In us you see a couple of song and
dance men. I'm the song. I'm the dance.
For laughter, joy, and happiness,
we're advance men.
We're the song.
And the dance.
I sing for my supper, I dance for my lunch,
I croon when the landlord comes around.
For miles and miles the women and
children pass out cold,
When my voice hits the air and my
feet hit the ground.
Last night, out in the moonlight,
I came to serenade a very pretty maid.
I sang her to sleep with a
sleep in the deep
That always makes
them collapse
Has them in sections
I saw her eyes close
Then she started to doze
But she arose when I sounded taps
Which goes to show what
wo men will do
When we're around
And my voice hits the air
And my feet hit the ground
He's gone
Just a moment, just a moment, what are you selling,
old man?
I'm just loosening up.
Sounds like you're falling apart.
I could go on singing like this forever.
Oh no, you're bound to improve.
Needlesville,
Indiana, huh?
My friend, you're rougher than
Bob
Hope.
Where do you think I got this
material?
I recognized it.
Say tell me kid, where did you learn that racket of
yours that dancing my father and mother were an adagio team
No, I see and you're the throwback. I got
that from hope to at least he had it back
Do you teach dancing? I only
wrote the book.
Well, how would you teach a
300 -pound girl to do the shimmy?
well, I'd walk it back
Walker fast stoppers short
copper short and
Everybody duck must remember to get the book which
goes to show what women will do when we're
An d my voice hits the air,
and my feet hit the ground.