You're 'Toots' To Me 1936

Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK - 05 Oct 2002

One would think you owned a block of stock
Of Society's Plymouth Rock.
Why be so ultra ultra,
when romance has come our way?

Now your father may be sweller
than old John D. Rockefeller
but you're 'Toots' to me.
You might own an ocean liner
and the rice that comes from China
but you're 'Toots' to me.
Because you've got two arms I sigh for
A smile I'd die for,
'Cause you're Grade 'A'
I want to know if I should try for
A Wedding Day.
I'll admit your eyes are bluer
than the waters of Kalua,
or the Baltic Sea.
You're the sun in California,
you're the thrill of Ocha Chornia's melody.
Well I've admitted you're terrific
If you'd forget your family tree
now you listen Cinderella,
If I'm gonna be your feller,
You're 'Toots' to me.

You may be a big sensation
and the idol of our nation,
but you're 'Toots' to me.
You can swim the broad Atlantic
if you want to drive me frantic,
but you're 'Toots' to me.
Although you think that you're perfection
You're my confection
My lovely sweet;
You are the choice of my selection,
You can't be beat.
I'll admit you're so exciting
and so terribly inviting
that you're bad for me.
But I'm telling my relations,
that we're sending invitations presently.
'Cause I've admitted you're terrific
if you'd forget your family tree
Though I'm just a Cinderella,
If you're gonna be my feller.
You're 'Toots' to me.

I will sing another verse to you
Just to show you that I'm true blue.
But please come down to earth, dear,
for romance has come your way.

Now your father may be sweller
than old John D. Rockefeller
but you're 'Toots' to me.
You might own an ocean liner
and the rice that comes from China
but you're 'Toots' to me.
Because you've got two arms I sigh for
A smile I'd die for,
'Cause you're Grade 'A'
I want to know if I should try for
A Wedding Day.
I'll admit your eyes are bluer
than the waters of Kalua,
or the Baltic Sea.
You're the sun in California,
you're the thrill of Ocha Chornia's melody.
Well I've admitted you're terrific
If you'd forget your family tree
now you listen Cinderella,
If I'm gonna be your feller,
You're 'Toots' to me.

You may be a big sensation
and the idol of our nation,
but you're 'Toots' to me.
You can swim the broad Atlantic
if you want to drive me frantic,
but you're 'Toots' to me.
Although you think that you're perfection
You're my confection
My lovely sweet;
You are the choice of my selection,
You can't be beat.
I'll admit you're so exciting
and so terribly inviting
that you're bad for me.
But I'm telling my relations,
that we're sending invitations presently.
'Cause I've admitted you're terrific
if you'd forget your family tree
Though I'm just a Cinderella,
If you're gonna be my feller.
You're 'Toots' to me.

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You're 'Toots' To Me 1936
by Jacques Krakeur II
copyright 1936 by Miller Music Inc., New Yrok
sequence and karaoke by Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK
on Saturday 05 October 2002 at 15.12
in association with Doug Grierson
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