Birdies fly with new ambition
Spring is in their song
Soon you'll find yourself a-wishing
Days were not so long
If my thought is not defined
Listen while I speak my mind

When the weather man is sleeping
With the gay sunbeams
To his housetop I'll go creeping
In the land of dreams
When the tardy moon comes out
I'll stand there and bravely shout

There ought to be a moonlight savings time
So I could love that man of mine
Until the birdies wake and chime
Good morning

There ought to be a law in clover time
To keep that moon on overtime
To keep each lover's lane in rhyme till dawning

You'd better hurry up, hurry up
Hurry up, get busy today
You'd better croon a tune
To the man in the moon
And here is what I'd say

There ought to be a moonlight savings time
So I could love that man of mine
Until the birdies wake and chime
Good morning

You'd better hurry up, hurry up
Hurry up, get busy today
You'd better croon a tune, croon a tune
To the man up in the moon
And here is what I'd say

There ought to be a moonlight savings time
So I could love that man of mine
Until the birdies wake and chime
Good morning
Good morning
Good morning