"To Spain," said my husband, "I'm forced, dear to go."
Said I, "I go with you, that's flat."
"Which doubles expenses," says he, "as you know."
I owned, "There is something in that."
Tra la la la la!
Financially something in that!
He started and wrote to me every day,
His letters - love, travel, and chat -
They suddenly ceased, then a week passed away:
I thought, "There was something in that."
Tra la la la la!
A feminine something in that!

Tra la la! Tra la la!
Tra la la!

I knew his hotel, and I followed to Spain,
We met at the door, on the mat,
Then he said, "In the train there'll be time to explain"-
There seemed to be something in that.
Tra la la la la!
A feasible something in that!
But in the compartment he slept all the way,
His head in his wide-awake hat.
Was he taking his time to invent what to say?
I think there was something in that.
Tra la la la la!
A cunning, sly something in that!

Tra la la! Tra la la!
Tra la la!