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