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 for dinner
To 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
Caput 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 what this is done
If something's ended or begun
And if it goes all right
Who knows? I might propose
Tonight at eight