When a dove is in love with a doll of a dove   He is out all night, coo, cooing   When the owl's on a prowl or a feminine fowl   He goes out all night, woo, wooing      Every bird and bee has it's lunacy   In the way he works his dream off   But when I feel high, here's the way   That I like to get my kind of steam off      Owls hoo, hoo, others sigh   Doves coo, coo, ah, how I      I could go on singing till the cows come home   And the rooster starts to crow, crow, crow   When I see your eyes, I go all out   I must vocalize till you shout, "Enough already"      I could go on singing till the moon turns pink   Anything from Faust to Ink-a-dink-a-dink   Love does funny things   When it hits you this way      I could go on singing till the cows come home   And the rooster starts to crow, crow, crow   When I see your eyes, I go all out   I must vocalize till you shout, "Enough already"      I could go on singing till the moon turns pink   Anything from Faust to Ink-a-dink-a-dink   Love does funny things   When it hits you this way      I must keep on singing, like a lark, going strong   With my heart on the wings of a song, singing day