All I Need Is the Girl

Tulsa? Tell me about your nightclub act?

Okay!

Well, you see, I pretend I'm home getting dressed for a date

Take a comb, I comb my hair

Take a flower, smell it, and put it in my lapel

And then I spot the audience

Once my clothes were shabby

Tailors called me, "Cabbie"

So I took a vow

Said, "This bum'll

Be Beau Brummel"

Now I'm smooth and snappy

Now my tailor's happy

I'm the cats meow

My wardrobe is a wow:

Paris silk, Harris tweed—

There's only one thing I need

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 rhythm

Now all I need's a girl to go with them

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!

I start easy!

Now I'm more—debonair...

Shhh!

Break!

And I sell it here...

I start this step, see?

And build it...

And... and double it!

She appears all in white

I take her hand and kiss it

And lead her on the floor...

This step is good for the costume...

Astaire bit!

La dah dah dah

Dah dah dah dah yah dah...

Now we waltz

Strings come in...

And I lift her...

Again...

Once more!

And now the tempo changes

And all the lights come up

And I build for the finale!

Louise, that's it!

Come over here...

Give me your hand!

Now follow me...

Faster!

Charleston...

Again...

Again...

Turn!