Tonight at Eight

I'm nervous and upset Because this girl I've never met I get to meet Tonight at eight I'm taking her to dinner At a charming old cafe But who can eat Tonight at eight? It's early in the morning And our date is not till eight o'clock tonight And yet already I can see What a nightmare this whole day will be I haven't slept a wink I only think Of our approaching tete-a-tete Tonight at eight I feel a combination Of depression and elation What a state! To wait 'Till eight! Three more minutes, two more seconds, ten more hours to go! In spite of what I've written She may not be very smitten And my hopes, perhaps May all collapse Kaput--tonight at eight I wish I knew exactly how I'll act And what will happen when we dine Tonight at eight I know I'll drop the silverware But will I spill the water or the wine Tonight at eight? Tonight I'll walk right up and sit right down Beside the smartest girl in town And then it's anybody's guess More and more I'm breathing less and less! In my imagination I can hear our conversation Taking shape Tonight at eight I'll sit there saying absolutely nothing Or I'll jabber like an ape Tonight at eight! Two more minutes, three more seconds, ten more hours to go! I'll know, when this is done If something's ended or begun And if it goes All right Who knows? I might Propose Tonight At eight!