In your Easter 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
I'll be the proudest fella
in the Easter Parade!
On the Avenue, Fifth Avenue,
the photographers will snap us
and you'll find that you're
in the rotogravure.
Oh, I could write a sonnet
about your Easter bonnet
and of the girl I'm taking
to the Easter Parade!
Oh, I could write a sonnet
about your Easter bonnet
and of the girl I'm taking
to the Easter Parade!
Words and Music by Irving Berlin
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