"Bei Mir Bist Du Schön"– Hot House West (Gypsy Jazz Swing Orchestra)

Of all the boys I've known and I've known some, until I first met you I was lonesome. And when you came inside, dear, my heart grew light, and this old world seemed new to me. You're really swell, I have to admit you, deserve expressions that really fit you. So I've wrecked my brain hoping to explain the things you do to me. By mere bistouche, please let me explain, by mere bistouche means that you're grand. By mere bistouche, again I'll explain, it means you're the fairest in the land. I could say felle, I'm felle alive, I'd say wonderful, whose language only helps me tell you how grand you are. I've tried to explain, by mere bistouche, so kiss me, say you'll understand. By mere bistouche. By mere bistouche, you've heard it all before, but let me try to explain, by mere bistouche means that you're grand. By mere bistouche, it's such a refrain, and yet I should explain, it means I am begging for your hand. I should say belle, or even say bon, or wonder if our language only helps me tell you how grand you are. I've tried to explain, by mere bistouche, so kiss me, and say that you will understand. By mere bistouche.