Lyrics All I Need Is the Girl - Milton Rosenstock, Paul Wallace, Jule Styne

All I Need Is the Girl

Okay!
Well, you see, I’ll pretend I’m home getting dressed for a date
I take a comb, comb my hair
Take a flower, smell it, put it in my lapel
And then, I spot the audience!
Once my clothes were shabby
Tailors called me, «Cabbie»
Got so rough I took a vow
Said «this bum’ll
Be Beau Brummel»
Now I’m smooth and snappy
Now my tailor’s happy
I’m the cats meow
My wardrobe is a wow!
Paris silk!
Harris tweed!
There’s only one thing I need…
Got my tweed pressed
Got my best vest
All I need now is the girl
Got my striped tie
Got my hopes high
Got the time and the place
And I got rhythm
Now all I need is the girl to go with 'em
If she’ll
Just appear we’ll
Take this big town for a whirl
And if she’ll say, «My darling I’m yours»
I’ll throw away my striped tie
And my best pressed tweed
All I really need is the girl
I start easy!
Now I’m more debonair…
Ssssssssssssssh!
Break!
And I sell it here… I start this step, see?
And then I build it… Double it!
She appears all in white and I take her hand
Kiss it and lead her on the floor…
This step is good for the costume… Astaire bit!
La dah dah dah… Dah dah dah dah yah dah…
Now we waltz, strings come in
And I lift her… Again… Once more!
And now the tempo changes and all the lights come up
And I build for the finale!
Louise, that’s it!
Come on over here…
Give me your hand!
Now follow me… Faster!
Charleston…
Again… Do it again!
Turn!