Hoagy Carmichael's Havin' a Party

There's a doctor livin' in your town
There's a lawyer and an Indian, too
And neither doctor, lawyer nor Injun chief
Could love you any more than I do

There's a barrel of fish in the ocean
There's a lot of little birds in the blue
And 'Neither fish nor fowl" says the wise old owl
Could love you any more than I do

No! No! No! it couldn't be true
That anyone else could love you like I do
I'm gonna warn all the *dead-eyed dicks*
That you're the chick with the slickest tricks

And every tick of my ticker ticks for you, follow through
Tell the doc to stick to his practice
Tell the lawyer to settle his case
Send the Injun chief and his tommy-hawk

Back to little Rain-In-the-Face
'Cause you
Know! Know! Know! it couldn't be true
That anyone else could love you like I do

(No! No! No! it couldn't be true)
(That anyone else could love you like I do)
And, confidentially, I confess
I sent a note to the local press

That I'll be changin' my home address for you, follow through
Tell the doc to stick to his practice
Tell the lawyer to settle his case
Send the Injun chief and his tommy-hawk

Back to little Rain-In-the-Face
'Cause you
Know! Know! Know! it couldn't be true
That anyone else could love you like I do

No! No! No! it couldn't be true
That anyone else could love you like I do
I'm gonna send a hot *communeek*
To warn the boys down at Cripple Creek

That every dimple on your dimpled cheek is mine, so to speak
Tell the (doc!) to stick to his practice
Tell the (lawyer!) to settle his case
Send the (Injun chief!) and his tommy-hawk

Back to little Rain-In-the-Face (woo-woo-woo, woo-woo-woo)
'Cause you
Know! Know! Know! it couldn't be true
That anyone else could love you like I do
(Like I do)

(Like I do)
(Like I do)
Like I do

One night long ago by the light of the moon
An old music master sat composing a tune
His spirit was soaring and his heart full of joy
When right out of nowhere stepped
A little colored boy

You gotta jump it, music master
You gotta play that rhythm faster
You're never gonna get it played
On the Happy Cat Hit Parade

You better tell your friend Beethoven
And Mister Reginald De Koven
They better do the same as you
Or they're gonna be corny too

Long about 1917
Jazz'll come upon the scene
Then about 1935
You'll begin to hear swing
Boogie woogie and jive

You gotta show that big broadcaster
That you're a solid music master
And you'll achieve posterity
That's a bit of advice from me

The old music master
Simply sat there amazed
As wide-eyed and open-mouthed
He gazed and he gazed

How can you be certain little boy
Tell me how?
Because I was born, my friend
A hundred years from now

He hit a chord that rocked the spinet
And disappeared into the infinite
And up until the present day
You can take it from me
He's as right as can be
Ev'rything has happened that-a-way