The makers of Lady Ashborn's incense,
the incense that's kind to your nose,
presents The Hour of Love.
we present The Hour of Love.
There's the love of a dog for his master.
There's the love of a flower that smells.
has for a fellow named Wells.
There's the love of a wheel for a tire.
There's the love for which everyone
But the love that sets wo men on fire
Sit back on your chaise and lounge.
This is Sugar Throat Burns
coming into your living room.
Into your... Oh, I beg your pardon.
And now for my first song.
Are you listening, ladies?
But Bing, I didn't sing yet.
I just wanted to give the folks an idea
you would do as a singer.
But I'd like to do my ditty.
Can I borrow Trotter's piano player
George, if you're going to do a solo,
John Scott and the orchestra,
in fact, our complete vocal
are at your disposal, sir.
Well, Bing, I wanted to sing.
It might as well be spring.
Does everybody know it? Sure.
It's not too tough for you,
We'll muddle through it somehow,
Gosh, I hope Gracie's listening in.
I'm as restless as a willow.
restless as a willow in a windstorm.
He'd say that he had spring fever,
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
Oh, why should he have spring fever
When it is n't even spring
from a girl he's yet to me
I'm as busy as he's as giddy
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
That it might as well be spring
It might as well be the spring
Well, George, that was certainly great