Richie Cole - The Blue Room Lyrics

We'll have a blue room,
A new room
For two room,
Where every day's a holiday,
Because you're married to me.

Not like a ballroom,
A small room,
A hall room,
Where I can smoke my pipe away
With your wee head upon my knee.

We will thrive on,
Keep alive on
Just nothing but kisses,
With Mr and Mrs
On little blue chairs.

You sew your trousseau,
And Robinson Crusoe
Is not so far from worldly cares
As our blue room far away upstairs.

They will thrive on,
Keep alive on
Just nothing but kisses,
With Mr and Mrs
On little blue chairs.

She'll wear her trousseau,
And Robinson Crusoe
Is not so far from worldly cares
As our blue room far away upstairs.