Listen boy, I just don't get it
I met her once and I can't forget it
Let her down and you'll regret it

Though it's [bad word]  yes it's [bad word] I can't tell you what to do
But if I were you I'd take her
Take her and I'd make her
You gotta take that girl
And make that girl your own

As the midnight hour advances
You still let her take her chances
Don't ignore her anxious glances

Can't you see, can't you see
What a fine thing she could be
Just go to her and hold her
Love her, cheese her, scold her
You gotta take that girl
And make that girl your own

She won't have a hidden sorrow
When the [bad word] tomorrow
She'll have dreams that you can borrow

So don't you be a fool like me
Don't pretend you just can't see
Just go to her and get her
I don't think that you'll regret her
You gotta take that girl
And make that girl your own

You gotta take that girl your own
You gotta make that girl your own