What should I call this happy madness that I feel inside of me
Some kind of wild October gladness that I never thought I'd see

What has become of all my sadness all my endless lonely sighs
Where are my sorrows now

What happened to the frown and is that self-contented clown
Standing grinning in the mirror really me

I'd like to run through Central Park carve your initials in the bark
Of every tree I pass for every one to see

I feel that I've gone back to childhood
And I'm skipping through the wild wood
So excited that I don't know what to do

What do I care if I'm a juvenile I smile my secret little smile
Because I know the change in me is you

What should I call this happy madness all this unexpected joy
That turned the world into a baby's bouncing toy

The gods are laughing far above
One of them gave a little shove
And I feel gaily, gladly, madly into love

What do I care if I'm a juvenile I smile my secret little smile
Because I know the change in me is you

What should I call this happy madness all this unexpected joy
That turned the world into a baby's bouncing toy

The gods are laughing far above
One of them gave a little shove
And I feel gaily, gladly, madly into love