Have you seen him on the corner
His lip has reached the pavement.
He’s been hiding from his razor,
Is he not an awful sight?
In love he was the purist,
Now he’s frightening our tourists.
If he’d gone and asked his father
Then, I’m sure he’d set him right, sayin’
Take her in your arms
And tell her that you love her,
Take her in your arms
And hold that woman tight.
Won’t you take her in your arms
And tell her that you love her.
If you’re going to love a woman
Then be sure you do it right.”
Well he met her at some tavern
which was dark as any cavern
And it might have all been different
Had he seen her in daylight.
She was painted, she was scented,
She drove your man demented
If he’d gone and asked his father
Then, I’m sure he’d set him right, sayin’
Well , depression’s not a million laughs
But suicide’s too dangerous.
Don’t go leaping out of buildings
In the middle of the night.
It’s not the fall — but landin’
That’ll alter social standin’
So go first and ask your father
And I’m sure he’ll set you right, sayin’
Here’s to health of all true lovers,
Their sisters and their brothers,
And their uncles and their grannies,
For this thing is black and white.
If you’re keen to start romancin’
With its leapin’ and its dancin’
Then go first and ask your father
And I’m sure he’ll set you right, sayin’