My Walking Sticks - Golden Gate Quartet

Without my walking stick, I’d go insane

I can’t look my best I feel undressed without my cane

Must have my walking stick 'cause it may rain

When it pours can’t be outdoors without my cane

If I ever left my house without my walking stick

Well it would be something I could never explain

Oh the thing that makes me click, on lovers lane

Would go for naught if I were caught without my cane

Be-bop-bop-de-la-dum

Be-bop-a-da-bum

Re-bop-be-a

Rop-a-de-bop

Rump-a-de-dum

Ra-da-da-de

Re-bop-bop-la-da-dum

Re-bop-be-de-a

Rop-a-de-bum

Rop-a-de-bum

Deet-de-de-a

Ra-da-da-dum

If I ever left my house without my walking stick

Well it would be something I could never explain

Oh the thing that makes me click on lovers lane

Would go for naught if I were caught without my cane