Sue wants a barbeque, Sam wants to boil a ham,
Grace votes for Bouillabaisse Stew.
Jake wants a weeny bake, steak and a layer cake,
he’ll get a tummy-ache too.

We’ll rent a tent or a teepee.
Let the town crier cry.
And if it’s R.S.V.P.
this is what I’ll reply;

In the cool, cool, cool of the evenin’, tell ’em I’ll be there.
In the cool, cool, cool of the evenin’, better save a chair.
When the party’s gettin’ a glow on, ’n’ singin’ fills the air,
In the shank o’ the night, when the doin’s are right, you can tell ’em I’ll be there.

“Whee!” said the bumble bee, “Let’s have a jubilee!”
“When?” said the prairie hen, “Soon?”
“Shore!” said the dinosaur. “Where?” said the grizzly bear,
“Under the light of the moon?”

“How ’bout ya, brother jackass?”
Ev’ryone gaily cried,
“You comin’ to the fracas?”
Over his specks he sighed;

In the cool, cool, cool of the evenin’, tell ’em I’ll be there.
In the cool, cool, cool of the evenin’, slickum on my hair.
When the party’s gettin’ a glow on, ’n’ singin’ fills the air,
If I ain’t in the clink, and there’s sumpin’ to drink, you can tell ’em I’ll be there.