Songtexte My Baby Loves to Swing - Vic Damone

Oh my, baby loves, to swing
My, baby loves it more than any old thing
Strings, stringin′, choir singin', ain′t flingin', baby
My, baby loves, to cling, close to me
A when the band goes, ring a ding, ding
No, maybe, my baby
Loves, to swing
I'm not partial to doin′ the twist
I mean twistin′ is off of my list
But when baby says come and get kissed
You should see me doin' the twist
Just hearin′, you're cheerin′
Starts cheerin', baby
She tunes in on some wailin′ guitar
When we're ridin' or parkin′ a car
When she tells me how happy we are
I sure like that wailin′ gui-tar
No, maybe, my baby
Loves, oh she loves to swing
So it's goodbye to Carnegie Hall
She likes Birdland so Birdland′s a ball
Like I told you, as you may recall
She-e-e-e, loves to swi-i-i-i-i-ing
This chick is hooked on sa-wing