It’s an old-fashioned idea,Marryin’ for love!And that old-fashioned idea’sWhat I’m thinkin’ of!Where there’s love, poets have said,Two can live as one!That’s an old-fashioned idea,But it’s bein’ done!If she must have gold, let it be in her hair,Rubes, let ’em be in her lips,Diamonds, let ’em shine in her eyes!Just an old-fashioned romance,With the moon above,A romance, one that will end,Marryin’ for loveThat’s the kind of loveThat I’m thinking of!< instrumental break >If she must have gold, let it be in her hair,Rubes, let ’em be in her lips,Diamonds, let ’em shine in her eyes!Just an old-fashioned romance,With the moon above,A romance, one that will end,Marryin’ for loveThat’s the kind of loveThat I’m thinking of!