[Verse 1]
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-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

[Chorus]
Oh, boy, 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 'em in line (In line, in line)
By telling them, oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy, you're mine

[Verse 2]
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 away" and an Indian gives you a ugh!
But when you hold me tight like you're doing tonight there is only one thing I can say

[Chorus]
Oh, boy, 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 'em in line (In line, in line)
By telling them, oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy
[Outro]
Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy
Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy, you're mine