A famous song from the year 1927.
This one played a big part in the roaring 1920s.
Words by Jack Yellen.
Music by Milton Ager.
Sheet music provided by Laurence Rubenstein:
Accompaniment:
Lyrics
- There she is! There she is!
There’s what keeps me up at night
Oh, gee whiz! Oh, gee whiz!
There’s why I can’t eat a bite
Those flaming eyes! That flaming youth
Oh, Mister! Oh, Sister, tell me the truth
Chorus
Ain’t she sweet, see her coming down the street
Now I ask you very confidentially, ain’t she sweet?
Ain’t she nice, look her over once or twice
Now I ask you very confidentially, ain’t she nice?
Just cast an eye in her direction
Oh, me! oh, my! Ain’t that perfection?
I repeat, don’t you think that’s kind of neat?
And I ask you very confidentially, ain’t she sweet?
- Tell me where, tell me where
Have you seen one just like that?
I declare, I declare
That sure is worth looking at
Oh, boy, how sweet, those lips must be
Gaze on it! Dog-gonit! now answer me
Sung here by Fred Feild: