Tonight at Eight

I'm nervous and upset

Because this girl I've never met

I get to meet

Tonight at eight

I'm taking her to dinner

At a charming old cafe

But who can eat

Tonight at eight?

It's early in the morning

And our date is not till eight o'clock tonight

And yet already I can see

What a nightmare this whole day will be

I haven't slept a wink

I only think

Of our approaching tete-a-tete

Tonight at eight

I feel a combination

Of depression and elation

What a state!

To wait

'Till eight!

Three more minutes, two more seconds, ten more hours to go!

In spite of what I've written

She may not be very smitten

And my hopes, perhaps

May all collapse

Kaput--tonight at eight

I wish I knew exactly how I'll act

And what will happen when we dine

Tonight at eight

I know I'll drop the silverware

But will I spill the water or the wine

Tonight at eight?

Tonight I'll walk right up and sit right down

Beside the smartest girl in town

And then it's anybody's guess

More and more I'm breathing less and less!

In my imagination

I can hear our conversation

Taking shape

Tonight at eight

I'll sit there saying absolutely nothing

Or I'll jabber like an ape

Tonight at eight!

Two more minutes, three more seconds, ten more hours to go!

I'll know, when this is done

If something's ended or begun

And if it goes

All right

Who knows?

I might

Propose

Tonight

At eight!