Baby is near; I get high,
sing a melisma refrain.
You will hear it from this guy;
Lengthily I’ll say her name:

CHORUS:
Glor-or-or…ia.
A swell kid; I say so!
Glor-or-or…ia.
She’s a swell kid, I say so!

He makes me feel heavenly;
that’s why, Lord, I sing this song.
Just an inch above 5’ 3”…
at midnight she comes along.

CHORUS

She is walking down the street,
doing her enticing thing.
I feel alright when we meet;
this is more than a slight fling.

CHORUS

A knock on my door she makes;
I’ll open it for my girl.
I see her and get the shakes;
her name I’ll tell the whole world:

Glor-or-or…ia.
Long-wind way to say so!
Glor-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-oria.
Eighteen syllables I crow.