Oh! ain't it grand to live and breathe and let your chest expand.
Ah! The skies are blue, The world's a song, When life is notes to you,
I've got eternal youth because I've got my heart where it belongs, Don't care who makes the nation's laws Long as I can sing its songs;
I love to sing-a, about the moon-a and the June-a and the spring-a, I love to sing-a 'bout the sky of blue-a, or a tea for two-a, anything-a with a swing-a to an I love you-a, I love-a to, I love-a to sing!
Give me a song-a, about the son-a-gun, who went and done her wrong-a but keep it clean-a; With a cottage small-a by the waterfall-a any sob-a that'll throb-a to a bluebird's call-a I love-a to, I love-a to sing;
I was born a sing-in' fool-a, La-de-da, Major Bowes (Hollywood) is gonna spot me, Got thru Yale, with Boola Boola, La-de-da, Ole microphone's got me!
I love to sing-a I love to wake up with the South-a in my mouth-a, and wave the flag-a, With a cheer for Uncle Sammy and another for my mammy, I love to sing!
（"I Love to Singa" -written by Harold Arlen and E.Y. Harburg）