Got my tweed pressed, got my best vest,
All I need now is the girl.
Got my striped tie, got my hopes high,
Got the time and the place and I've got the rhythm,
Now all I need's the girl to go with ‘em.

If she'll just appear we'll take this big town for a whirl.
And if she'll say, “My darling, I'm yours,”
I'll throw away my striped tie
And my best pressed tweed,
All I really need is the girl.