At Long Last Love Cole Porter (1937), Ozzie Nelson (#3 in 1938)

Is it an earthquake or merely a shock?
Is it the good turtle soup or merely the mock?
Is it a cocktail, this feeling of joy?
Or is what I feel the real McCoy?

Is it for all time, or simply a lark?
Is it Granada I see or only Ashbury Park?
Is it a fancy not worth thinking of?
Or is it at long last love?