Bing Crosby

Yah-Ta-Ta, Yah-Ta-Ta (Talk, Talk, Talk)
Love your skimmer Judy, where did you grab it?My hat?Oh Bing, how nice of you to ask me that.Because there's a very interesting story Connected with this hat, there really is.I was walking down the street the other day,Ran into Mllicent Palmer, you know Millicent Palmer,A very dear friend of mine.How do I get involved?Well we walked around the corner for what passesFor a millinery shop and she looked in the window andSaw my hat and said, "that is for you"I went in, the saleslady put it on my head and I Thought it was a little matronly TimeOh, now wait, no waitCutWhen I got my arm around you and we're going for a walkMust you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, talk, talk, talkSongtexteWhen we're sitting close together in a cozy taxi cabMust you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, gab, gab, gabAristotle, mathematics, economics, antique chairsThe classics, the comics, darling, who cares?There's a brand new moon this evening and the weather should be fineIf you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, same old lineI'll politely close your lips with mineHow's your golf Bing?My golf? Ho-ho I'm really moving that ball out there, striking it a ton.I had a sixty-nine Sunday, should have been a sixty-five.Terrific wind blowing, couldn't drop a single putt, it was murderOh, I lost my head with this questionAnd of course the equipment, you just can't get any golf balls anymoreThe actors are hoarding them all...and the caddies, huh they want an Annuity for eighteen holes. You've got to take an option on one to be sureHe'll show up.CutSorryWhen the parlour lights are lowered and the family isn't inMust you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, chin, chin, chinWhen there's music softly playing and I'm sitting on your lapMust you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, yap, yap, yapForward passes, second baggers, or a jockey who is hot.Or boxing, or hockey, darling, so what?I'll attempt some other evening.Well you can call for me at nineCalling?But if you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, same old lineWhat do you mean the same old line?Same lineYou asked me about my hat,You've been standing there for an hour And a half talking your big fat head offI thoughtAbout golfI justYou didn't even let me finish my storyI told you what I would doOh darling, let me finishSteady, steadyOhIt's so nice to close your lips with mine. Aus Songtexte Mania