While a hundred and ten cornets played the air... Then I modestly took my place As the one and only bass Then I oompa'd up and down the square Good night my someone Good night my love With a hundred and ten cornets right behind Our star is shining It's brightest light There were horns Of every shape and kind... Sweet dreams be yours dear If dreams there be While a hundred and ten cornets played the air I wish I may And I wish I might Now good night My someone Good night.