Me and Marie [Italian translation]

On Saturday night when my work is through

I always call for Marie

Then we hop on a bicycle built for two

And go scorching down to the sea

After one or two words to the German band

We go strolling under the moon

Then we find a good spot on the silvery sand

And gee whiz, how we spoon!

You ought to see little me and Marie

By the old sea side

By the ocean we pet, and we pet, and we pet

‘Til we get swept out by the tide

You may have been to Paris

And had both of your eyes open wide, but

You ought to see me and Marie by the old sea side

If you want to see a thing of beauty

You should see me spooning with my little cutie

By the old sea side

For where once we get the proper settin’

We begin a-pettin’ and go on a-pettin’

Till we end by getting such an awful wettin’ from the tide

You may have been to Paris...

Till we finally find a spot where we can hide then

Until the crowing of the chickens

Me and my Marie proceed to raise the dickens

By the old sea side