Easter Parade

Song: Irving Berlin.

In your Easter bonnet,
With all the frills upon it,
You’ll be the grandest lady
In the Easter Parade.

I’ll be all in clover:
And when they look you over,
I’ll be the proudest fellow
In the Easter Parade.

On the Avenue, Fifth Avenue;
The photographers will snap us,
And you’ll find that you’re
In the rotogravure.

I could write a sonnet,
About your Easter bonnet.
And of the girl I’m taking
To the Easter Parade.