Writer(s): Comden/Green/Styne
Verse:
It's not that you're fairer
Than a lot of girls just as pleasin'
That I doff my hat
As a worshipper at your shrine
It's not that you're rarer
Than asparagus out of season
No, my darling, this is the reason
Why you've got to be mine
Chorus:
You'd be so nice to come to
You'd be so nice by the fire
While the breeze on high, sang a lullaby
You'd be all that I could desire
Under stars chilled by the winter
Under an August moon burning above
You'd be so nice
You'd be paradise, to come home to and lovesomewhere in the city
built of iron and steel
where the water pumps thru buildings
thru a turbine wheel
somewhere there's a
lady calling 911
frozen to the telephone
screaming help please come
if the populations growing then
only time can tell
'cause prisons are overflowing
there's no room in hell
in the california valley the palm
trees sway
on the lawns of the tract housing
all the children play
it's darkest in suburbia
it's darkest in suburbia