Sing, Sing, Sing

I walk with my baby

And I know in nothing flat

She's got something mellow

Lots of fellows whistle at

When we go for a walk

I know soon as we're out

With no shadow of doubt

She's got lots to be proud of.



I'm hip, I'm lucky to have

Someone so endowed; 

A girl half as lovely would made

Lots of fellows proud

I love all of her charms

But one's really a ball:

I love those shiny stockings most of all