Daniel:
Tomorrow's Saturday. Why don't you miss your poetry readin'. I'll tell you poetry better than you'll read in any old book.

Jane:
No, Daniel.

Daniel:
Oh, please, I've come...

Jane:
Halfway round the world. Yes, I know. But let's not get ahead of ourselves, Daniel.

Daniel: Oh no, Jane. You've got to promise me...

Be my Saturday girl
And the hours will fly in a whirl
Till our whole sweet day
Has gone flying and whirling completely away.

Be my Saturday girl
And the sun is sure to rise early
And go down late
For he'll know I've a long time to wait.

Each Sunday to Friday
Will seem to take ages to go.
Then it'll be my day
And go like a moment or so.

Be my Saturday girl
And it's all I'll ask of the world,
Till you share my life
As my Sunday to Saturday wife.

Jane:
You sweep me right off my feet
Quite completely.
No one but you would
Propose to me right in the street.

Daniel:
Street or town, or up or down
It's all the same to me.
Please you've got to tell me
What your answer is to be.

Jane:
No, Daniel, let me repeat:
Wait and see.

Daniel:
Be my Saturday girl
And it's all I'll ask of the world
Till you share my life
As my Sunday to Saturday wife.
My Sunday to Saturday wife.