(Verse)
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
I'm the type that they classify as quaint

(Chorus)
I'm old-fashioned, I love the moonlight
I love the old-fashioned things
The sound of rain upon a windowpane
The starry song that April brings

This year's fancies are passing fancies
But sighing sighs, holding hands
These my heart understands

I'm old-fashioned, but I don't mind it
That's how I'll always be
If only you'll agree
To stay old-fashioned with me