Baby, lookie here, lookie here, lookie here What is it, dear, what is it, dear? Ain't you glad you got a babe like me That takes you out upon a jubilee? Baby, lookie here, lookie here, lookie here What is it, dear, what is it, dear?
You won my heart, dazzle When you brought me to the barber's ball Coombs from every city at the barber's ball Gals are getting pretty at the barber's ball Tough coombs, rough coombs, dense, swell coombs Waltzes, duceps, ragtime tunes There ain't gonna be any sleep at all There ain't gonna be any early calls Until the stars are gone, until the break of dawn We're gonna dance at the barber's ball Baby, lookie here, lookie here, lookie here What is it,
dear, what is it, dear? Ain't you glad you got a gal like me That buzzes round you like a bumblebee? Baby, lookie here, lookie here, lookie here What is it, dear, what is it, dear?
There's coombs both old and young That the little bumblebees have sung Coombs from every city at the barber's ball Gals are getting pretty at the barber's ball Tough coombs, rough coombs, dense, swell coombs Waltzes, duceps, ragtime tunes There ain't gonna be any sleep at all There ain't gonna be any early calls Until the stars are gone, until the break of dawn We're gonna dance at the barber's ball
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