I walk with my baby
And I know in nothing flat
She's got something mellow

Lots of fellows whistle at
When we go for a walk
I know soon as we're out

With no shadow of doubt
She's got lots to be proud of.


I'm hip, I'm lucky to have
Someone so endowed;
A girl half as lovely would made

Lots of fellows proud
I love all of her charms
But one's really a ball:

I love those shiny stockings most of all