Thou Swel - Sammy Davis, Jr.

Babe, we are well met

As in a spell met

I lift my helmet

Sandy, you’re just dandy

For just this here lad

You’re such a fistful

My eyes are mist-full

Are you too wistful to care

Do say you care to say, «Come here, lad»

You are so graceful

Have you wings?

You have a face full of nice things

You have no speaking voice, dear

With ev’ry word, it sings

Thou swell, thou witty

Thou sweet, thou grand

Wouldst kiss me pretty

Wouldst hold my hand

Both thine eyes are cute, too

What they do to me

Hear me holler I choose

A sweet lollapaloosa in thee

I’d feel so rich

In a hut for two

Two rooms and kitchen

I’m sure will do

Give me just a plot of

Not a lot of land

And thou swell, thou witty

Thou grand!

Thou swell, thou witty

Thou sweet, thou grand

Wouldst kiss me pretty

Wouldst hold my hand

Both thine eyes are cute, too

What they do to me

Hear me holler I choose

A sweet lollapaloosa in thee

I’d feel so rich

In a hut for two

Two rooms and kitchen

I’m sure will do

Give me just a plot of

Not a lot of land

And thou swell, thou witty

Thou grand!