(by Cole Porter)



Get outta town

Before it's too late, my love

Get outta town

Be good to me please

Why do me harm?

Why not retire to a farm

And be contented to charm the birds off the trees



Just slip away

I care for you much too much

Cuz when you are near

Close to me dear

We touch too much

The thrill when we meet is so bittersweet

That darling it's getting me down

So on your mark, get set

Get outta town