Take a look at the flower in my buttonhole

Take a look, say, and ask me why it's there

Can't you see that I'm all dressed up to take a stroll?

Can't you tell that there's 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

A hundred 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 Tiff'ny's window

In a platinum jewel case



Hey there, you

You'll get in dutch

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

For it all belongs to me



(2nd chorus)

Here she comes

Come on and meet

A hundred 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

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