Pretty as a midsummers morn, they call her Dawn. Dawn, go away I’m no good for you. Oh, Dawn, stay with him he’ll be good to you. Hang on, Hang on to him. Think, what a big man he’ll be. Think, all the places you’ll see. Now think what the future would be. With a comic artist like me. Sung by Frankie Valli.
Pretty as a midsummers morn, they call her Dawn. Dawn, go away I’m no good for you. Oh, Dawn, stay with him he’ll be good to you. Hang on, Hang on to him. Think, what a big man he’ll be. Think, all the places you’ll see. Now think what the future would be. With a comic artist like me. Sung by Frankie Valli.