I’m old fashioned, I love the moonlight
I love the old fashioned things
The sound of rain upon a window pane
The daffodills that April brings
This years 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

I am not such a clever one about the latest fads
I'll admit I was never one of those sophisticated lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
I’m the type that they classify as quaint

I’m old fashioned, I love cheap music
The feel of spring in the air
Moons in June
Those sentimental tunes
Those nightinggales in Berkley Square
Things are rationed
I don't require them
When high white clouds sail above
Dreams are dreams
Love is love
I’m old fashioned
We'd better face it—
That’s how I'll always be—
As long as you agree
To stay old fashioned with me