Your parents don't think I'm bad
You've been polite to my Dad
If we go too fast, they'll be sad
We must court in the right way
All of our parents approve
So time to make the first move
Via a shiny brass tube
And keep it in our way

Our lives, they are changing
Our marriage they're arranging
Your hormones might be raging
But there's no touching, baby

Hey, I just met you
And this is crazy
But here's my call tube
So court me maybe
I'm not allowed to
Touch you, baby
But here's my call tube
So court me maybe

My parents think you're a catch
Yours think we'll make a good match
I think you're an itch I could scratch
But something's in our way
And as we talk more and more
I think it's you I adore
But this bundling board
Has been put in our way
This is to see if I can
Sleep next to a real man
In a way that's Puritan
You can still use the trumpet, baby

Getting to know you
And this is crazy
But here's my call tube
So court me maybe
We are together
But separated
Love regulated
Keeps parents happy

We are romancing
Puritanically
I think I like you
Let's get married maybe
We can get together
And have a baby
Won't need my call tube
When I'm your lady