But while there's music and moonlight,
 And love and romance,
 Let's face the music and dance.
 Before the fiddlers have fled,
 Before they ask us to pay the bill,
 And while we still have that chance,
 Let's face the music and dance.
 Soon, we'll be without the moon,
 Humming a different tune, and then,
 There may be teardrops to shed,
 So while there's music and moonlight,
 And love and romance,
 Let's face the music and dance