A Courting Song (feat. Frank Fairfield)

Write a loving letter, boy, That swoops and sweeps and curls The calligrapher is just the thing To help you win your girl Then you'll need to dress up smart The tailor's here by chance He'll stitch your trousers, hole your belt In the fine couture of France Your shoes, my goodness, how they're worn But you're too young to know Nothing courts a woman's scorn More than scuffs on the toe The cobbler can attend to that Meanwhile you must have cake The baker and the patissier Need work, for goodness sake Hi-dee-diddly-dum-ti-dum-ti-day What a merry time we'll have Upon your wedding day! Hi-dee-diddly-dum-ti-dum-ti-day There's work for all when little boys get married That pointy cone upon your head You can't be wearing that The milliner, he'll fix you up With a proper high silk hat The bride, of course, she'll need a dress On that we must agree The seamstress, my young lover Oh, how grateful she will be! The rings! By gum, did I forget? Well, that's my favorite part The vows, the whole romantic mess Now that's the jeweler's art! And so, you see, our handiwork Is yours if you're inclined But our livelihood's at stake So don't you go and change your mind Hi-dee-diddly-dum-ti-dum-ti-day What a merry time we'll have Upon your wedding day! Hi-dee-diddly-dum-ti-dum-ti-day There's work for all! The little boy's gettin' married