Ask DadAsk Dad, Ask Dad
That's all they ever say
Ask Dad, Ask Dad
They'd take your breath away
Doesn't seem to hurry them
Old Dad's the perfect back-up
Never seems to worry them
If I Had A Talking Picture Of YouIf I had a talking picture of you,
I would run it every time I felt blue,
I would sit there in the gloom,
Of my lonely little room,
And applaud each time you whispered:
'I love you, love you!'
On the screen the moment you came in view,
Oh By JingoOh By Jingo
In the land of San Domingo
Lived a girl called Oh By Jingo
Ta da, da da da da da da
Oom pah, oom pah, oom pah, oom pah
From the fields and from the marshes
Putting on The RitzHave you seen the well-to-do up and down Park Avenue
On that famous thoroughfare with their noses in the air
High hats and arrow collars, white spats and lots of dollars
Spending every dime for a wonderful time
If you're blue and you don't know where to go to
Why don't you go where fashion sits
Puttin' on the ritz
The Blue RoomWe'll have a blue room,
A new room, for two room.
Where every day's a holiday,
Because you're married to me . . .
Not like a ball room,
A small room, a hall room,
Where I can smoke my pipe away,