This pleasure book I'm writing   Doesn't give me any thrill   All it does is prove conclusively   Where there's a way there's will      Who, by the way along with Mary   Peter, Patsy, and Paul   Had the cheek to turn the other   When the other was on the ball      It will be done, thy will become   Not this or that or thee   But something far more mature   Like Victor E      I can't forget the moment   Of my very first affair   When the lights were low   The music so soft Fred, my record player      Began to do the two step   Side by side my prize antique   And before you know it there they were   Engaging cheek to cheek      It will be done, thy will become   Not this or that or thee   But something far more mature   Like Victor E      If ever there's a moment   I feel absolutely sure   That what I'm about to verge upon   Won't rate the least obscure      Then just to recap on that point   I'd like now this to say   When the Indians begin to charge   What will the cavalry pay      It will be done, thy will become   Not this or that or thee   But something far more mature   Like Victor E      It will be done, thy will become   Not this or that or thee   But something far more mature   Like Victor E      Victor A, Victor B, Victor C, Victor D, Victor E