All I Want for Xmas Is My Two Front Teeth - Spike Jones, His City Slickers

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