All I Need Is the Girl - Bette Midler

Okay!

Well, you see, I’ll pretend I’m home getting dressed for a date

I take a comb, comb my hair

Take a flower, smell it, put it in my lapel

And then, I spot the audience!

Once my clothes were shabby

Tailors called me, «Cabbie»

Got so rough I took a vow

Said «this bum’ll

Be Beau Brummel»

Now I’m smooth and snappy

Now my tailor’s happy

I’m the cats meow

My wardrobe is a wow!

Paris silk!

Harris tweed!

There’s only one thing I need…

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 got rhythm

Now all I need is 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

I start easy!

Now I’m more debonair…

Ssssssssssssssh!

Break!

And I sell it here… I start this step, see?

And then I build it… Double it!

She appears all in white and I take her hand

Kiss it and lead her on the floor…

This step is good for the costume… Astaire bit!

La dah dah dah… Dah dah dah dah yah dah…

Now we waltz, strings come in

And I lift her… Again… Once more!

And now the tempo changes and all the lights come up

And I build for the finale!

Louise, that’s it!

Come on over here…

Give me your hand!

Now follow me… Faster!

Charleston…

Again… Do it again!

Turn!