If you're looking
for a playmate,
There's a chap whose praises I'd sing.
You will find that he's a gay mate,
If you care for that sort of thing.
You'll be feeling dizzy when you've kissed him,
And you'll murmur, oh, is this a system?
Who is the guy, oh me, oh my,
thinks you're peaches and pie,
don't ask
Who is the chap, who is the sap,
love all over his map, don't ask
Moon and stars, stars and moon,
heaven above, lady, lady,
someone's in love, oh
Who is the sheik,
who'd make you weak,
with his parlor technique,
don't ask
Are you sure he won't mislead us?
Maybe it'll pay to take a chance
Is satisfaction guaranteed us?
You can count on that in advance
He's the sort of chap to
set your cap for
He's the sort of bird the
flappers flap for
Who is the miss who'd like a kiss?
If you have to know this, don't ask
Is there a Jill who'd like a thrill?
Be yourself, don't be still, don't ask
But oh my, she is shy, what will she do?
Laddy, laddy, it's up to you
Say, no use to sigh,
come on and try
What will he satisfy?
Don't ask