I'm nervous and upset because this girl I've never met
I get to meet tonight at eight
I'm taking her for dinner to 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 alright, who knows
I might propose tonight at eight