Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone
Let's pretend that we're together all alone
I'll tell the man, "turn the juke box way down low"
And if you can tell your friend there with you, "he'll have to go"
Stevie: "That is my father's favorite song."
Stevie: "...and it's Easter! I think it is... isn't it Easter?"
Stevie: "Where's the bunny? Where's the Easter Bunny?"
Stevie: "We're going straight to church from here, right?"