[00:00.00] 作词 : Sammy Fain/Paul Francis Webster
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Paul Francis Webster/Sammy Fain
[00:02.25][Verse 1: Doris Day and Vocal Quartet ]
[00:06.93]When you turn to the subject of Harry
[00:10.62]That's a horse from a different safari
[00:14.22]I can box like a fox, he's dumb as an ox
[00:17.91]But it's Harry I'm planning to marry
[00:21.33](Yes, it's Harry she's plannin' to marry)
[00:24.27][Verse 2: Doris Day and Vocal Quartet]
[00:25.11]Though he's built like the bust of Apollo
[00:28.68]Just remember a statue is hollow
[00:32.04]Physically, I'm delish, mentally, superfish
[00:35.94]But it's Harry I'm planning to marry
[00:39.42](Yes, it's Harry she's plannin' to marry)
[00:42.51][Chorus 1: Doris Day and Vocal Quartet]
[00:43.41]My heart's twined around his suspenders
[00:46.74]He's the one that I truly adore (adore)
[00:50.64]I'm numb, I succumb when he renders
[00:54.15]The face on the bar room floor
[00:56.85][Post-Chorus 1: Doris Day and Vocal Quartet]
[00:57.90]When he flexes his muscles, I flutter
[01:01.47]Like a butterfly caught in a shudder
[01:05.31]When he calls me his mate
[01:08.01]I just disintegrate
[01:11.79]Since the world first began
[01:14.85]Never been such a man
[01:16.65]As the Harry I'm plannin' to marry!
[01:20.04](Yes, it's Harry she's plannin' to marry)
[01:23.01][Chorus 2: Doris Day and Vocal Quartet]
[01:23.97]I bask in his masculine gender
[01:27.30]When he sings, all my troubles depart (depart)
[01:31.02]For who else could so tenderly render
[01:34.77]The curse of an aching heart?
[01:37.02][Post-Chorus 2: Doris Day and Vocal Quartet]
[01:38.34]But when Harry is old and decrepit
[01:41.94]And his touch turns from torrid to tepid
[01:45.21]When we're both eighty-three
[01:48.36]He can have all of me
[01:53.07]When we're both eighty-five
[01:55.53]If I still am alive
[01:57.27]Then it's Harry I'm plannin' to marry
[02:00.60](Yes, it's Harry she's plannin' to marry)

作词 : Sammy Fain/Paul Francis Webster
作曲 : Paul Francis Webster/Sammy Fain
When you turn to the subject of Harry
That's a horse from a different safari
I can box like a fox, he's dumb as an ox
But it's Harry I'm planning to marry
(Yes, it's Harry she's plannin' to marry)
Though he's built like the bust of Apollo
Just remember a statue is hollow
Physically, I'm delish, mentally, superfish
But it's Harry I'm planning to marry
(Yes, it's Harry she's plannin' to marry)
My heart's twined around his suspenders
He's the one that I truly adore (adore)
I'm numb, I succumb when he renders
The face on the bar room floor
When he flexes his muscles, I flutter
Like a butterfly caught in a shudder
When he calls me his mate
I just disintegrate
Since the world first began
Never been such a man
As the Harry I'm plannin' to marry!
(Yes, it's Harry she's plannin' to marry)
I bask in his masculine gender
When he sings, all my troubles depart (depart)
For who else could so tenderly render
The curse of an aching heart?
But when Harry is old and decrepit
And his touch turns from torrid to tepid
When we're both eighty-three
He can have all of me
When we're both eighty-five
If I still am alive
Then it's Harry I'm plannin' to marry
(Yes, it's Harry she's plannin' to marry)