I'm nervous and upset
Because this girl I've never met
I get to meet
Tonight at eight
I'm taking her to dinner
At a charming old cafe
But who can eat
Tonight at eight?
It's early in the morning
And our date is not till eight o'clock tonight
And yet already I can see
What a nightmare this whole day will be
I haven't slept a wink
I only think
Of our approaching tete-a-tete
Tonight at eight
I feel a combination
Of depression and elation
What a state!
To wait
'Till eight!
Three more minutes, two more seconds, ten more hours to go!
In spite of what I've written
She may not be very smitten
And my hopes, perhaps
May all collapse
Kaput--tonight at eight
I wish I knew exactly how I'll act
And what will happen when we dine
Tonight at eight
I know I'll drop the silverware
But will I spill the water or the wine
Tonight at eight?
Tonight I'll walk right up and sit right down
Beside the smartest girl in town
And then it's anybody's guess
More and more I'm breathing less and less!
In my imagination
I can hear our conversation
Taking shape
Tonight at eight
I'll sit there saying absolutely nothing
Or I'll jabber like an ape
Tonight at eight!
Two more minutes, three more seconds, ten more hours to go!
I'll know, when this is done
If something's ended or begun
And if it goes
All right
Who knows?
I might
Propose
Tonight
At eight!