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 ap - pear 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.