June and Carl: On every March and April
When spring is in the air
A fever starts a spreading
But we don′t seem to care
That's what we call this mangy germ
Carl: Ain't it the truth, huh?
June: A bachelor he was singing
And a minding his own way
And then I came a prancing by
Carl: And now she′s got me buckled down
June: I shot a bachelor for kissing me once.
Carl: Why? Was he the first one that ever tried to kiss you?
June: No, but he was the first one that ever tried it with his mouth full of tobacco
Carl: Well, good for you.
Carl: I thought you'd have like it. I′ll sing now.
June: You'd better or I′ll knock the fire out of you.
I thought I had the will power
But every time I see a girl
I′d better never catch you, boy