Lyrics You Forgot Your Gloves - Bing Crosby

Here, here, here, Bob, Bob
What′s this tune you're playing
It′s, uh, "Merry Oldsmobile"
This record's for Mr. Buick
Let's get right with it
You want to get a new car or something?
I′d rather have a service to Seabiscuit
You would or one of your merits
Well, how about a little beef from Livingston
Yes, if you get a quarter beef cut me in
How′s that tune we're gonna do now?
Are you ready?
Yeah, right at the post
For Auntie Marr, knock it
You forgot your gloves
And although they are much too small
I really don′t care, I've several pair you left last fall
You forgot your gloves
Yes, you′ve left them all over the state
With buckaroos and wrecking crews
Glove business is great
What a souvenir to steal from you
And conceal from you, but then
There's a chance if you receive them, dear
You′ll leave them here again
If you forget your car
Like you do all your other things
Howard Auto would lock
'Cause all their stock would be at Bing's
Merry Christmas, Auntie Marr, thank you