Got my tweed pressed, got my best vest,
All I need now is the girl;
Got my striped tie, got my hopes high --
Got the time and the place and I've got the rhythm,
Now all I need's the girl to go with 'em.
If she'll just ap - pear we'll take this
Big town for a whirl;
And if she'll say, "My, darling, I'm yours," I'll throw away
My striped tie and my best-pressed tweed --
All I really need is the girl.