Classic Poem

VERSE

What a modern age, modern age, modern age,
The whole world's racing;
Speed is all the rage, all the rage, all the rage,
As we go chasing.
Thomas Edison,
He's the one,
Who's begun
Accelerating.
Now with Mister Bell,
Sam'll Morse as well,
Why keep waiting?

REFRAIN 1

No time to pitch woo now,
The century's new now,
I'm singing my love songs in that new ragtime.
The minute I meet ya'
I send for the preacher
And order those wedding bells to chime.
I'm
A Yankee with know-how,
Don't want to go slow now,
Can't wait for that moon above
Or even a dove.
So, kiss me and run, kid,
It's nineteen-o-one, kid,
And I'm in twentieth-century love!

REFRAIN 2

No time to pitch woo now,
It's nineteen-o-two now,
" I love you " by telegraph is fast and clear.
Whenever we're parted,
We're not broken-hearted
As long as a telephone is near,
Dear.
It's love at first sight now,
By Edison's light now,
No waiting for stars above
Or even a dove.
So, hurry to me, kid,
It's nineteen-o-three, kid,
And be my twentieth-century love!