yeah, yeah, yeah, like no gal
I know, sure, sure, sure, I gotta confess,
that I'm lucky to be your beau.
Oh, you and your fancy flattery,
the sugary things you say
You're nice to figure that
that you're gonna get your way
So you tell me I'm real swell
The minute you ring my bell
Oh, swell, why do I get so fluttery?
I know it's a crafty plan,
typical trick to butter me
And take me for all you can,
but somehow I just don't care
You fill up that suit, huh?
It's no wonder those gals fall down.
You're laying it on for spite
You're big and strong figure
And I'll get too hot to fight
It's time you were took in tow
That flattery stuff don't go
Why do I get these crazy chills?
I ought to be roped and tied
You kiss so sure as there's
You're taking me for a ride
But somehow I just don't care
So flatter away while I pull up a chair
Hey, look at those muscles
Cause flattery will get you nowhere
Hey, you know, we ought to
Well, we'd make a great team,
like Burns and Allen, maybe. Yeah.
Oh, but Edie, you don't smoke a cigar.
Oh, I forgot. Yeah. Heck!
We've decided we don't care
So flatter away while I pull up a chair
Steve, have I ever told you
Some people are tall, but you are funny.
You're very good -looking and shy.
I really admire shyness in a man.
I can't remember ever seeing... you