Tekster: Irving Berlin. Easter Parade.

In your easter bonnet with all the frills upon it
You'll be the grandest lady in the Easter parade
I'll be all in clover and when they look you over
I'll be the proudest fellow in the easter parade

On the avenue, fifth avenue, the photographers will snap us
And you'll find that you're in the rotogravure
Oh, I could write a sonnet about your easter bonnet
And of the girl, I'm taking to the easter parade