Lyrics Sign - Albert Finney feat. Carol Burnett

Miss. Hannigan!
Mr. Warbucks, do you know something, for a republican you are sinfully handsome
Thank you
Why I just go absolutely weak in the knees over men like you
My god, is that thing real?
Just sign the papers
Wouldn't you like to see the bedroom, my little billiard ball

Sign
I make a very dry martini
Right here
I make a very wet soufflé
Just your name
Don't be so mean, you mean ole' meany
Come, my dear
Let's you and me make, why shouldn't we make hay?

I have an appointment at 1
This way
You ever been to Buenos Aires?
Where?
I hunger for the Argentine
Argenteen
Let's me and you fill up our diaries (What? Stop!)
Buy me a ruby (No!)
Why shouldn't you be mine?

Come (I got your number)
Close (You like to rumba)
Madame, while (I'll call ya "Oli", my hot tamale)
We pry through this (And now I gotcha)
File (My cucaracha!)
From my private eye (Ay-yi-yi)
You spend your evenings in the shanties
You had me followed?
Imbibing quarts of bathtub gin
Bronchitis
And here you're dancing in your skanties!
Great gams
With some old geezer, called Little Ceasar!
He's an uncle
You lock the orphans in the closet
They love it
You hock their Christmas souveniers
Drink?
You steal the funds you should deposit
It's fresh
You make them grovel, while you buy lavaliers!

You'll (Must you upset me?)
Sit out (Why don't you pet me?)
This century (It's you I crave now, let's misbehave now)
In some deep dark (You want a smootchie, my little poochie?)
Penitentiary
Jail?
Sign!
I guess I'll never know the feeling
You'll rot in jail!
Of running fingers through your hair
In Sing-Sing
I guess this means no Beaunos Aires
Will you sign?
Well I don't need ya!
That's fine!
So just forget me!
The dotted line!
Forget my sweetness!
Don't whine!
Forget you met me!
You can't decline!
This day is sorta
Just sign!
Like Britain Waterloo (Sign)
Why didn't you say so in the first place, swine!