What's the wine like? What's the beer?

What a deluxe, uptown, gala quagmire,

I thought you'd be here.

What's the wine like? What's the beer?

It's a damp night up the lane,

Don't those lights on the lawn look left out

In the soft, summer rain?

It's a damp night up the lane.



Rose Marie, can you help me find clear skies?

Rose Marie, could I still shine in your eyes?



I'm a song bird, I'm a tune,

I've been blue since

They paved Pittman Pond,

But I'll soar again soon,

I'm a songbird, I'm a tune.



Rose Marie, can you help me find clear skies?

Rose Marie, could I still shine in your eyes?



Eyes are like a window to the soul, they say,

And they still say love is blind;

Anyway, I found you here,

Way up in this atmosphere,

Hangin' with the chandeliers

And so refined, -fined, girl.



Could I hold you? Could I still?

Yeah, your bare shoulders shine sweet and soft,

But you might take a chill,

Could I hold you? Could I still?



Can I see you? Can I soon?

Could we meet in that joint on the point

And look out for the moon?

Can I see you? Can I soon?



Rose Marie, can you help me find clear skies?

Rose Marie, could I still shine in your eyes?



I dream of you, girl, with your dark, brown eyes.