I get no kick from champagne.
So tell me why should it be true
That I get a kick out of you?
Some get a kick from cocaine.
I’m sure that if I took even one sniff
That would bore me terrific’ly too
Yet I get a kick out of you.
If you’re so happy, you land in jail. I’m your bail.
If they ever put a bullet through your brain, I’ll complain.
If you ever lose your mind, I’ll be kind.
If you ever in a mill get sawed in half, I won’t laugh.
When they landed on Plymouth Rock.
Any shock they should try to stem,
‘Stead of landing of Plymouth Rock,
Plymouth Rock would land on them.
And good’s bad today,
And black’s white today,
And day’s night today,
When most guys today
That women prize today
Are just silly gigolos
Writing prose, Anything Goes.
Just skip the darn thing and sing the refrain…
You’re the top!
You’re Napoleon Brandy.
You’re the purple light
Of a summer night in Spain,
You’re the National Galley
You’re Garbo’s salary,
You’re Ovaltine. (,)