Blue Room - Bing Crosby, Bob Hope

We’ll have a blue room

A new room for two room

Where every day’s a holiday

Because you’re married to me

Not like a ballroom

A small room, A hall room

Where I can smoke my pipe away

With your wee head upon my knee

We will thrive on, keep alive on

Just nothing but kisses

With Mister and Missus

On little blue chairs

You sew your trousseau

And Robinson Crusoe

Is not so far from worldly cares

As our blue room far away upstairs!