From the 1940 musical “Panama Hattie”
Words and music by Cole Porter
The sheet music:
Lyrics
I get awful gloomy
You mean, very gloomy
Very gloomy, now and then, in this town
‘Cause it’s always so hard
To find a real pard
Who’ll play in your yard
When you’re down
But since the talk, you and me
I mean, you and I have had
I’ve got a good friend, I see
Well, I’m not so very bad
Refrain:
What say, let’s be buddies
What say, let’s be pals
What say, let’s be buddies
And keep up each other’s morales
I may never shout it
But many’s the time I’m blue
What say, how’s about it
Can’t I be a buddy to you?