Lyrics:

Sue wants a barbeque.
Sam wants to boil a ham.
Grace votes for bouillabaisse stew.
Jake wants a weenie bake,
steak and a layer cake.
He'll get a tummy ache, too.
We'll rent a tent or teepee.
Let the town cryer cry.
And if it's RSVP,
this is what I'll reply:

In the cool, cool, cool of the evenin',
tell 'em I'll be there.
In the cool, cool, cool of the evenin',
better save a chair.
When the party's gettin' a glow on,
and singin' fills the air.
In the shank of the night,
when the doins' are right,
well you can tell 'em I'll be there.

'Whee,' said the bumblebee,
'Let's have jubilee.'
'When?' said the prairie hen, 'Soon?'
'Shore,' said the dinosaur.
'Where?' said the grizzly bear.
'Under the light of the moon.'
'How 'bout ya, brother jackass?'
everyone gaily cried.
'You comin' to the fracas?'
Over his specs he sighed:

In the coooool of the evenin',
tell 'em I'll be there.
In the coooool of the evenin',
Slickum on my hair.
When the party's gettin' a glow on,
and singin' fills the air.
If I ain't in the clink,
and there's something to drink,
well you can bet that I'll be there.
If I can crawl out of bed
and slap a hat on my head,
well you can tell 'em I'll be there.
If there's room for one more,
and you need me, why sure,
tell 'em, tell 'em I'll be there.