Why suffer from moral convictions
Social restrictions?
Let’s thumb our noses at 
Cold Wars and atomic predictions
They’re merely a waste of time.
Let’s make a romantic decision,
Follow a vision,
Now is the moment to see clearly
And realize that really 
We are on the brink of it,
Come to think of it.

You and I could have an upright, downright,
Watertight, Dynamite
Love affair.
We could either play it up-beat, down-beat,
On-the-beat, off-the-beat,
Fair or square.
Hey for those flip Calypsos,
Ho for that rhythmic din,
Heigho for those dopes and dispos,
Rum punch, coconuts, Gordon’s gin
Think if we tried out
Some little hide-out
On some tropical isle.
Naked and warm
From dawn to moonrise,
Somerset Maugham -wise,
Blue Lagoon-wise.
We could lie upon the beach at nights, dear,
Watching all those Russian satellites, dear,
Whizzing through the air
While we carried on with our off-beat, on-beat, Beatnik
Love affair.

You and I could have an in-board, out-board,
Overboard, bed-and-board
Love affair,
All we need’s a little off-key, on-key,
King-sized, organized
Time to spare,
There by the Caribbean
We’ll cross the Rubicon.
We’ll have, by the dip blue sea, an
All-out roustabout carry-on.
We’ll get a “Man-Tan’.
Gargantuan tan
On those shimmering sands.
Nothing to do but read and rest, dear,
We could get through By Love Possessed, dear,
Every time we hear a seagull whistle
We’ll forget our last misguided missile
Just destroyed Times Square,
As we carry on with our king-sized, organized,
Beatnik Love Affair.