[ Featuring
Ann-Margret, David Street ]
Maybe you'll never be the love of my life,
Maybe I'm not the boy of you dreams,
But isn't it kinda fun to look in each other's eyes,
Swapping romantic gleams!
Maybe you're not the girl to have and to hold,
Maybe I'm not a boy who would stay,
But isn't it kinda fun carousing around the town
Dancing the night away!
Isn't it kinda fun holding hands,
According to a sweet and corny custom.
Isn't it kinda fun makin' vows,
Admitting that we both intend to bust 'em!
Maybe we're out for laughs, a girl and a boy
Kiddin' across a table for two!
But haven't you got a hunch that this is the real McCoy,
And all the things we tell each other are true?
Oh, isn't it kinda fun holding hands,
According to a sweet and corny custom.
Isn't it kinda fun makin' vows,
Admitting that we both intend to bust 'em!
Maybe we're out for laughs, a girl and a boy
Kiddin' across a table for two!
But haven't you got a hunch that this is the real McCoy,
And all the things we tell each other are true?
