Blue Room

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 ball room A small room, a hall room Where I can smoke my pipe away With your wee head upon my knee We will 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