My Walking Stick - Louis Armstrong and Friends, Ирвинг Берлин

Take away my high hats

Take away my favorite tie

Take away my white spats

I’ll still get by But my walking stick

You simply must let that be I mean you can’t take that away from me Without my walking stick, I’d go insane

Can’t look my best, I’d feel undressed without my cane

Must have my walking stick 'cause it may rain

And when it pours, can’t be outdoors without my cane

If I ever left my house without my walking stick

It would just be something I could never explain

The thing that makes me click on Lovers' Lane

Would go for naught if I were caught without my cane