Text: Paul Simon. Bernadette.

Whoa, I got time on my hands tonight
You're the girl of my dreams
When I'm near you, my future seems bright

Ooh, I want you to be my girl
I want you to be my movie
I am Sal Mineo and I need you so
Sweet Bernadette

Whoa, you got style from your hair to your heels
Though my words may be jumbled
Still I'm telling you just how it feels
I love you

I love you and the breeze that wraps around you
Satin summer nights
Satin summer nights
A girl I can't forget
Whoa, you're the smile of the moon, Bernadette

Dom, dom, dom, doo
Well, a well I'm home
Dom, dom, dom, doo
Well, a well I'm home
Wop, wop, wop, wop

Come with me
There's a place I want you to see
When the leaves are dark
I've got a hiding place in Central Park
And the sky is a coat of diamonds

There's a wooden cross over my bed
The city is lit with candles
They're shining for you Bernadette
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Ooh, ooh, Bernadette

Dom, dom, dom, doo
Well, a well, I'm home
Dom, dom, dom, doo
Well, a well, I'm home
Wop, wop, wop, wop