We'll have a blue room A new room for two room Where every day's a holyday Because you're married to me Not like a ballroom A small room, a hall room Where I can smoke my pipe away With your wee head upon my knee We'll thrive on, keep alive on Just nothing but kisses With mister and missus On little blue chairs You sew your trousseau And robinson crusoe Is not so far from worldly cares As our blue room far away upstairs