| Hum drum days | |
| And a hum drum ways | |
| Hey kids, let me tell you how I met your mom | |
| We were dancin' and romancin' at the Senior Prom | |
| It was no infatuation | |
| But a gradual graduation | |
| From a boy to a man | |
| Let me tell you while I can | |
| The soda pop came free | |
| Hey Sis, one kiss, and I was heaven bound | |
| Now who would have guessed Milton's paradise lost could | |
| be found | |
| But in the eyes of the Dean, his daughter | |
| Was doin' what she shouldn'a oughta | |
| But a man's gotta do | |
| What a man's gotta do | |
| The consequence should be | |
| Church bells, three swells | |
| The Dean, his daughter and me | |
| They were dating in the park | |
| They were smooching in the dark | |
| Of a doorway for two | |
| She whispered 'I love you - | |
| Ooh, you know I never felt this way before | |
| Ooh, you know the elevator in my heart | |
| Has gone awol, awol, awol, awol' | |
| And then I kissed her | |
| And when I kissed her | |
| It's a wonderful world | |
| When you're rolling in kisses | |
| Now, the paint is peeling | |
| (Hum drum days and hum drum ways) | |
| Now, and when the chips are down | |
| (Hum drum days and hum drum ways) | |
| Now, you kinda lose all feeling | |
| (Hum drum days and hum drum ways) | |
| Now, your head goes round and round | |
| (Hum drum days and hum drum ways) | |
| Round and round and round and round and round | |
| I'm throwing myself off this train | |
| Hum drum days | |
| And a hum drum ways | |
| Hum drum days, he's got | |
| Hum drum ways, oh boy | |
| Hey, you know I'm really earning now | |
| My ship came in with a cargo of dollars | |
| My name's lit up on the prow | |
| It's a wonderful world | |
| When you're rolling in dollars | |
| Now! |