| Here she comes, down the street | 
| My, oh my, ain’t she sweet? | 
| Why, here comes my hot toddy | 
| Over my dead body | 
| I’ll capture her heart singing | 
| Just wait until she gets a load of my dancing | 
| Just wait till I start singing | 
| I’ll take her strolling down the road with my dancing | 
| I can’t go wrong, a tender song and she’ll discover my charms | 
| Some fancy taps and she’ll collapse and fall right into my arms | 
| I’ll capture her heart singing | 
| Oh no, you haven’t a chance when I go into my dance | 
| I’ll take you through life singing | 
| I’ll make you my wife dancing | 
| If you could dance instead of sing | 
| I’d learn to love you somehow | 
| If you could sing instead of dance | 
| I’d take you home with me now | 
| The way you sing don’t mean a thing | 
| You’d better stick to your dance | 
| And as for you, your dance won’t do You’ll have to sing for romance | 
| I’ll capture her heart… | 
| I’ll capture her heart… | 
| Singing! | 
| Dancing! | 
| Crosby sings pretty swell | 
| Fred Astaire dances well | 
| I’m that combination | 
| That’s my reputation | 
| I’ll capture your heart singing | 
| And then I’ll take you down the road with my dancing | 
| Just wait till I start singing | 
| And wait until you get a load of my dancing | 
| I can’t go wrong, a tender song and you’ll discover my charms | 
| And then some taps and you’ll collapse and fall right into my arms | 
| I’ll capture your heart singing | 
| And then we’ll start a romance when I go into my dance |