A popular song from 1927
words and music by Irving Berlin
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
Take a look at the flower in my buttonhole
Take a look-see and ask me why it’s there
Can’t you see that I’m all dressed up to take a stroll
Can’t you tell that there’s something in the air
I’ve got a date, can’t hardly wait
I’d like to bet she won’t be late
Chorus
Here she comes, come on and meet
A hundred pounds of what is mighty sweet
And it all belongs to me
Flashing eyes and how they roll
A disposition like a sugar bowl
And it all belongs to me
That pretty baby face
That bunch of style and grace
Should be in Tiff’ny’s window
In a platinum jewel case
Hey there, you, you’ll get in dutch
I’ll let you look but then you mustn’t touch
For it all belongs to me
Chorus
Here she comes, come on and meet
A hundred pounds of what is mighty sweet
And it all belongs to me
Rosy cheeks, red hot lips
A million dollars worth of flying hips
And it all belongs to me
Those lips that I desire
Are like electric wire
She kissed a tree last summer
She started a forest fire
I’m in love with what she’s got
And what she’s got, she’s got an awful lot
And it all belongs to me
Sung here by Laurence Rubenstein: