 Some lemonade with ice My mother will start to worry Beautiful, what's your worry? And father will be pacing the floor It's too hot outside of that door So really I'd better scurry Beautiful, please don't worry Well, maybe just a cigarette more Most of us, hey, that's what they're for I've got to go home And find them a lucky stride Say, lend me a comb The thing that you will buy They really are grand