i was strolling out one evening by the silv ry moon i could hear somebody singing a familiar tune so i stopped a while to listen not a word i wanted to miss it was just somebody serenading something like this mandy there s a minister handy and it sure would be dandy if we d let him make a fee so don t you linger here s the ring for your finger isn t it a humdinger come along and let the wedding chimes bring happy times for mandy and me