All I Need Is the Girl (feat. Paul Wallace)

Tulsa, tell me about your night club act

Okay, well, you see

I'll pretend I'm at home getting dressed for a date

I 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 rough I took a vow

Said this bum'll be Beau Brummell

Now I'm smooth and snappy

Now my tailor's happy

I am 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 stripped tie

Got my hopes high

Got the time and the place

And I got rhythm

Now all I need is 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 stripped tie

And my best pressed tweed

All I really need is the girl

I start easy

Now I'm more debonair

Break

And I sell it here

I start the 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's good for the costume

Astaire bear

La da, da, da, da, da, da, da, yeah, yeah

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 on over here

Give me a hand

Now follow me

Faster

Fantastic

Again

Again

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