(Dorcas Cochran)      To be loved is a thrilling sensation as thrilling as can be   Though it happens in every nation they greet if differently   Every mademoiselle with pasoolala, every Englishman talks to his pater   Every spittin' Venetian goes tra la la and the Irish say Mother McCree   But when I look at you and I thrill like I do there is only one thing I can say.      Oh boy! oh boy! oh boy! oh boy! oh boy!   Oh boy what a joy, a joy, a joy, a joy, a joy   To know that you love me by heaven above me   I never expected to pick you off the vine   (The others will try and try and try and try and try   To give you the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye)   But when they approach you I'll keep them in line   By telling them oh boy oh boy oh boy you're mine.      Certain characters hi-diddle-diddle when cupid comes along   Some mechanics shift gears in the middle and drummers kick the gong   Every cowboy I know hollers yipee-a-ay   Every clown in the circus goes oopla   Every sailor in port hollers anchors aweigh   And an Indian gives you a ugg!   But when you hold me tight like you're doing tonight   There's only one thing I can say.      Oh boy! oh boy! oh boy! oh boy! oh boy!   Oh boy what a joy, a joy, a joy, a joy, a joy   To know that you love me by heaven above me   I never expected to pick you off the vine   (The others will try and try and try and try and try   To give you the eye , the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye)   But when they approach you I'll keep them in line   By telling them oh boy oh boy oh boy   Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy you're mine...