Goin' Co'tin' - Jane Powell, The Brothers

Goin' co’tin', goin' co’tin'

Oh, it sets your senses in a whirl

Goin' co’tin', goin' co’tin'

Dudin' up to go and see your girl

Oh, it’s fun to hunt and shoot a gun

Or to catch a rabbit on the run

But you’ll find it’s twice as sportin'

Goin' co’tin'

Now, there’s lots of things you’ve gotta know

Be sure the parlor light is low

You sidle up and squeeze her hand

Let me tell you fellas that it’s grand

You hem and haw — a little while

She gives you kinda — half a smile

You cuddle up — she moves away

Then the strategy comes into play

Goin' co’tin', goin' co’tin'

If you find it hard to break the ice

Goin' co’tin', goin' co’tin'

Here’s a little feminine advice

Roll your eyes and heave a little sigh (Frank sighs)

Grunt and groan like you’re about to die (Caleb groans)

That is what’s known as emotin'

Goin' co’tin'

Ah, how about sparkin'?

Parlor’s darkin'?

Yeah

And you’re longin' for a fond embrace?

Uh-huh

What about pettin'?

And sofa-settin'?

Ah, suppose she ups and slaps your face?

Just remember, blessed are the meek

Don’t forget to turn the other cheek

Pretty soon you’ll both be larkin'

Goin' sparkin'

Goin' dancin'

GOIN' DANCIN' !?

At a fancy ball or minuet

Goin' dancin'

You’ll impress her with your etiquette

You mean — men are learnin' how to dance?

Uh-huh, yes, it came direct from Paris, France

It will help with your romancin'

Goin' dancin'

Keep your dancin'!

And huntin'!

And shootin'!

And fightin'!

And trappin'!

'Cos we’re goin' co’tin'