New Rochelle
New Rochelle
That's the place where the mansion will be
For me and the darling bright young man
I've picked out for marrying me
Oh, he'll do well
I can tell
So it isn't a moment too soon
To plan on my life in New Rochelle
The wife of my darling tycoon

I'll be so happy in the cool suburban night
With our dinner candles gleaming
And our table sparkling bright

Happy at the close of every day
With the roast done to perfection
Plus his favorite soufflé
Happy as thе clock strikes seven
Thе clock strikes eight
Then nine, ten, eleven

Happy to keep his dinner warm
While he goes onward and upward
Happy to keep his dinner warm
'Till he comes wearily home from downtown
I'll be there waiting until his mind is clear
While he looks through me
Right through me
Waiting to say: "Good evening dear
I'm pregnant
What's new with you from down town?"

Oh, to be loved
By a man I respect
To bask in the glow
Of his perfectly, understandable neglect
Oh, to belong in the aura of his frown
Darling busy frown
Such heaven!

Wearing the wifely uniform
While he goes onward and upward
Happy to keep his dinner warm
'Till he comes wearily home
From downtown