From the musical comedy “Fifty Million Frenchmen”, 1929.
Words and music by Cole Porter.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
Since first you blew in like a boisterous breeze
I often have wondered, dear
Why gentlemen all seem to fall on their knees
The moment that you appear?
Your fetching physique is hardly unique
You’re mentally not so hot
You’ll never win laurels because of your morals
But I’ll tell you what you’ve got
Refrain
You’ve got that thing, you’ve got that thing
That thing that makes birds forget to sing
Yes, you’ve got that thing, that certain thing
You’ve got that charm, that subtle charm
That makes young farmers desert the farm
‘Cause you’ve got that thing, that certain thing
You’ve got what Adam craved when he
With love for Eve was tortured
She only had an apple tree
But you, you’ve got an orchard
You’ve got those ways, those taking ways
That make me rush off to Cartier’s
For a wedding ring, you’ve got that thing