It's a Long Way (From Your House to My House) - Frank Sinatra

(spoken)

(Oh gosh darn it, there goes that last butt.)

(Come on, sweet, let's walk it. Here we go.)

It's a long way from your house to my house,

And the last bus left us long ago.

Goodnight, my sweet, I love you very very,

Oh my poor feet, is this trip necessary?

It's a long way from your lips to my lips,

And your lips to me are divine.

So have a little sympathy, say that you'll marry me,

It's such a long way from your house to mine.

(Walk those squares, and dodge those lines.)

(Gee, I feel light enough to skip home.)

It's a long way from your house to my house,

Your lips to me are divine.

So have a little sympathy, say that you'll marry me,

It's such a long way from your house to mine.

(Ahem, can I get in for five minutes more?)

(You mean this is goodnight after I walk you all the way home?)

It's such a long way from your house to mine.

(You know it is even longer going back to my house, sweet?)