It All Belongs to Me (Recorded 1927)

Take a look at the flower in my button hole

Take a look say and ask me why it’s there

Can’t you see that im all dressed up to take a stroll?

Can’t you tell that theres something in the air?

I’ve got a date, can’t hardly wait

I’d like to bet she won’t be late

Here she comes

Come on and meet

100 pounds of what is mighty sweet

And it all belongs to me

Flashing eyes

And how they roll

A disposition like a sugar bowl

And it all belongs to me

That pretty baby face

That bunch of style and grace

Should be in a Tiffany’s window

In a platinum jewel case

Hey there, you

You get in touch

I’ll let you look but then you mustn't touch

For it all belongs to me

Here she comes

Come on and meet

100 pounds of what is mighty sweet

And it all belongs to me

Rosy cheeks

Red hot lips

A million dollars worth of flying hips

And it all belongs to me

Those lips that I desire

Are like electric wire

She kissed a tree last summer

Ooh, she started a forest fire

I’m in love with what she’s got

And what she’s got, she’s got an awful lot

And it all belongs to me, and I’m repeating

It all belongs to me!