| What should I call this happy madness | |
| That I feel inside of me? | |
| Some kind of wild october gladness | |
| That I never thought I'd see | |
| What has become of all my sadness | |
| All my endless lonely sights? | |
| Where are my sorrows now? | |
| What happened to the frown? | |
| And is that self contented clown standing there | |
| Ginning in the mirror realy me? | |
| I'd like to run through Central Park | |
| Carve your initials in the back of every tree | |
| I pass for everyone to see | |
| I feel that I've gone back to childhood | |
| And I'm skipping through the wild wood. | |
| So excited that I don't know what to do | |
| What do I care if I'm a juvenile? | |
| I smile my secret smile | |
| Because I know the changes in me is you | |
| What should I call this happy madness | |
| All this unexpected joy | |
| That turned the world into a baby's bouncing toy? | |
| The gods are laughing far above | |
| One of them gave a little shove | |
| And I fell gaily, gladdy madly into love |