It's you in my cup,
It's you all the way into town.
It's your sweet "hello", dear, that sets me up,
And it's your "got to go", dear, that gets me down.

It's you on my pillow,
In all of my dreams,
Till once more the morning breaks through,
What words could be saner, or truer, or plainer,
Than it's you,
It's you,
Yes it's you,
Oh yes, it's you