There'll be banners and posters
And parties and toasts
And billboards will rise
There'll be joyful emissions
And murals commissioned
And fresh apple pie
Parades and floats and beauty queens go by
When you get home we'll laugh until we're high
The mayor will come
There'll be bagpipes and drums
And a marching band
And churchbells will pound
To the anthems resounding
Across the land
When you get home we'll celebrate till dawn
And sleep until the morning breeze is gone
And bunches of flowers
There'll be bunches of flowers
Every day will be Christmas
And Fourth of July
And your birthday
And we'll sing like the birdies
And dance and get flirty
Once you're here to stay
Butterflies will hover round your bed
And light upon the pillow by your head
And bunches of flowers
There'll be bunches of flowers
