[Verse 1: Doris Day and Vocal Quartet]
When you turn to the subject of Harry
That's a horse from a different safari
I can box like a fox, he's dumb as an ox
But it's Harry I'm planning to marry
(Yes, it's Harry she's plannin' to marry)

[Verse 2: Doris Day and Vocal Quartet]
Though he's built like the bust of Apollo
Just remember a statue is hollow
Physically, I'm delish, mentally, superfish
But it's Harry I'm planning to marry
(Yes, it's Harry she's plannin' to marry)

[Chorus 1: Doris Day and Vocal Quartet]
My heart's twined around his suspenders
He's the one that I truly adore (adore)
I'm numb, I succumb when he renders
The face on the bar room floor

[Post-Chorus 1: Doris Day and Vocal Quartet]
When he flexes his muscles, I flutter
Like a butterfly caught in a shudder
When he calls me his mate
I just disintegrate
Since the world first began
Never been such a man
As the Harry I'm plannin' to marry!
(Yes, it's Harry she's plannin' to marry)
[Chorus 2: Doris Day and Vocal Quartet]
I bask in his masculine gender
When he sings, all my troubles depart (depart)
For who else could so tenderly render
The curse of an aching heart?

[Post-Chorus 2: Doris Day and Vocal Quartet]
But when Harry is old and decrepit
And his touch turns from torrid to tepid
When we're both eighty-three
He can have all of me
When we're both eighty-five
If I still am alive
Then it's Harry I'm plannin' to marry
(Yes, it's Harry she's plannin' to marry)