An Earful of Music

There is a ??? In my ears
And it's awful nice to hear
But I guess that you would like
To hear the whole story
Of what's in my ear

What does my heart most desire
What am I craving for?
A tune to set my feet on fire
And a ballroom floor.
In the winter, in the summer,
In the spring and fall.
In the morning, in the evening,
Any time at all.

An earful of music
And an armful of you,
A soulful of rhythm,
Who could ever be blue?
A roomful of dancers
With still room for two,
My minds full of dance time,
And dancing with you
Now I don't care if the sun goes down,
If the sky is blue or black,
I just know I'm going to town
And I'm coming back with an earful of musc
And an armful of you,
A soulful of rhythm,
Who could ever be blue?

Would you like to tango?
Would you like to waltz?
Would you like to carioca,
Would you like to start a riot,
Turn and stumble and fall down.
Would you care to shim-sham?
Would you like to strum?
I don't care what we do
For I am more than satisfied as long as you are by my side.
As long as the band plays, hide-hay-hay.
Red hot, I got
An earful of musc and an armful of you,
A soulful of hot rhythm,
Who could ever be blue?
. . .
Who could ever be blue?