Lyrics Ain't Cha Comin' Out - Glenn Miller & His Orchestra

Ain't Cha Comin' Out

Each night at eight
Under her window he’d wait
He would look up &shout,
«Ain't cha comin' out coming out my pretty pretty mammo
Ain’t cha coming out tonight?»
He never played music for his serenade
He’d just look up &shout,
«Ain't cha comin' out coming out my pretty pretty mammo
Ain’t cha coming out tonight?»
He couldn’t strum a guitar
A banjo or mandolin
He couldn’t sing tralalala
He couldn’t whistle or hum
He’d just come there &shout,
«Ain't cha coming out, ain’t cha coming out, ain’t cha coming out?»