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 got the rhythm,
Now all I need's the girl to go with'em

If she'll just appear 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

<lengthy [bad word] while franks hums and scats off and on>

Got my tweed pressed, I got my best vest, all I need now is the girl
Got my striped tie, got my hopes `way up high
I got the time and the place and the rhythm
All I need's the girl to go with'em

Mm, if she'll just appear we'll take this, this great big town for a whirl
And if, if she'll say my, darlin', I'm yours
I'll throw away my striped tie and my best-pressed tweed
All I real, really need is the girl

< more [bad word] with scat>

All I need is the girl