Spike Jones & His City Slickers All I Want For Christmas (Is My Two Front Teeth)
In some secluded rendezvous
That overlooks the avenue
With someone sharing a delightful chat
Of this and that and cocktails for two
As we enjoy a cigarette
To some exquisite chansonette
Two hands are sure to slyly meet beneath a serviette
With cocktails for two
My head may go reeling
But my heart will be obedient
With intoxicating kisses
For the principal ingredient
Most any afternoon at five
We'll be so glad we're both alive
Then maybe fortune will complete her plan
That all began with cocktails for two
