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's 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.
