[Intro] [Fast tempo, playful piano intro with a ukulele strum]
(Sound of a comical "boing!")

[Verse 1] [Vocals: Male, slightly nasal, theatrical]
Oh, my dearest darling, my peculiar prize,
You've fluttered into my life, much to my surprise!
Like a tea-stained doily or a misplaced sock,
You've charmed my sensible senses, around the clock!

[Pre-Chorus] [Tempo picks up, light percussion added]
Some folks like their ladies sensible and neat,
With polished shoes and chatter oh so sweet.
But I, my love, I like you with a little bit of fizz,
A whirlwind of wonder, that's just how it is!

[Chorus] [Full Vaudeville ensemble, brass instruments join]
You're my little honeybee, buzzing in my ear,
My upside-down umbrella, chasing away all fear!
You're the polka-dot pattern on my favorite tie,
The reason I keep tripping, every time you walk by!
Peek-a-boo, my darling, you always make me swoon,
Beneath the crescent moon!

[Verse 2] [Ukulele takes the lead, slight pause in brass]
Your laughter sounds like wind chimes in a gale,
Your mischievous wink, it never seems to fail.
You paint the town in colors bold and bright,
You turn my ordinary days to pure delight!

[Pre-Chorus] [Tempo picks up, light percussion added]
Some men prefer a lady calm and mild,
But you're a delightful, glorious, beautiful wild child!
A sprinkle of stardust, a dash of glee,
That's the kind of woman that you are to me!

[Chorus] [Full Vaudeville ensemble, brass instruments join]
You're my little honeybee, buzzing in my ear,
My upside-down umbrella, chasing away all fear!
You're the polka-dot pattern on my favorite tie,
The reason I keep tripping, every time you walk by!
Peek-a-boo, my darling, you always make me swoon,
Beneath the crescent moon!

[Bridge] [Tempo slows slightly, a clarinet solo]
Perhaps I'm a bit eccentric, a tad off the wall,
But loving you makes me stand up twice as tall!
You’re a delightful conundrum, a charming mistake,
For goodness sake, my heart you’ll always take!

[Chorus] [Full Vaudeville ensemble, even more energetic]
You're my little honeybee, buzzing in my ear,
My upside-down umbrella, chasing away all fear!
You're the polka-dot pattern on my favorite tie,
The reason I keep tripping, every time you walk by!
Peek-a-boo, my darling, you always make me swoon,
Beneath the crescent moon!

[Outro] [Music fades with playful piano arpeggios and a final ukulele strum]
Yes, beneath the moon!
(Whispered) Peek-a-boo!
(Sound of a final, comical "honk!")