Sing it, Mr. Berlin!

In your Easter bonnet with all the frills upon it

You'll be the grandest lady in the Easter Parade.

I'll be all in clover,

and when they look you over

I'll be the proudest fellow in the Easter Parade.

On the Avenue, Fifth Avenue,

The photographers will snap us

And you'll find that you're in the rotogravure.

Oh, I could write a sonnet about your Easter bonnet

And of the girl I'm taking to the Easter Parade.

In my Easter bonnet with all the frills upon it,

I'll be the grandest lady in the Easter Parade.

You'll be all in clover, and when they look me over

You'll be the proudest fellow in the Easter Parade.

On the Avenue, Fifth Avenue,

The photographers will snap us

And you'll find that you're in the rotogravure.

Oh, you may write a sonnet about my Easter bonnet

And of the girl you're taking to the Easter Parade.