In that crazy bonnet, with all the frills upon it
You'll be the grandest lady in the Easter parade

I'll be all in clover and when they look you over
Be the proudest fellow in the Easter parade

To the Park we'll go
Round Rotten Row
The photographers will snap us
And then you'll be seen
On the TV Screens

I could write a sonnet about your Easter bonnet
And of the girl I'm taking to the Easter parade

could write a sonnet about your Easter bonnet
And of the girl I'm taking to the Easter parade
