Song Lyrics

I saw you strolling by your solitary
Am I nosy? Very, very
I'd like to be a juicy huckleberry
What you're after is a gal
We're both in luck, for introductions
Are not necessary

Mmm, would you like to take walk?
Mmm, do you think it's gonna rain?
Mmm, how about a sarsaparilla?
Gee, the moon is yeller
Sump'n good'll come from that

Mmm, have you heard the latest song?
Mmm, it's a very pretty strain
Mmm, don't you feel a little thrilly?
Gee, it's getting chilly
Sump'n good'll come from that

When you're strolling though the wheresies
You need a whosies to lean upon
But when you have no whosies
To hug and whatsies, gosh, darn

Mmm, would you like to take walk?
Mmm, do you think it's gonna rain?
Mmm, ain't you tired of the talkies?
I prefer the walkies
Sump'n good'll come from that

My little heart is full of palpitation
What I need is consolation
I'd like to stage a little celebration
In the moonlight, right away
I'll feel all pepped if you'll accept
My friendly invitation

Mmm, would you like to take walk?
Mmm, do you think it's gonna rain?
Mmm, how about a sarsaparilla?
Gee, the moon is yeller
Sump'n good'll come from that

Mmm, have you heard the latest song?
Mmm, it's a very pretty strain
Mmm, don't you feel a little thrilly?
Gee, it's getting chilly
Sump'n good'll come from that

When you're strolling though the wheresies
You need a whosies to lean upon
But when you have no whosies
To hug and whatsies, gosh, darn

Mmm, would you like to take walk?
Mmm, do you think it's gonna rain?
Mmm, ain't you tired of the talkies?
I prefer the walkies
Sump'n good'll come from that

Mort Dixon, Billy Rose, Harry Warren