In your Easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it

You'll be the grandest lady in the Easter Parade

I'll be all in clover and when they look you over

I'll be the proudest fellow in the Easter Parade

On the avenue, Fifth Avenue, the photographers will snap us

And you'll find that you're in the rotogravure

Oh, I could write a sonnet about your Easter bonnet

And of the girl I'm taking to the Easter Parade