From the film “Four Jacks and a Jill”, 1941.
Words by Mort Greene.
Music by Harry Revel.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
Hello, Hello! I said, “Hello!”
Yes, this is circle 2-1-0
Who’s calling please?
Don’t say, “Guess who”
You’re acting corny, Oh! It’s you
Chorus
I’m sorry, my dear Mister Bigsby
Although I would love to be there
I can’t keep our date at your country estate
‘Cause I haven’t a thing to wear
I give you my word, Mister Bigsby
I’ve handled my sables with care
But all of the girls say that sables need pearls
So, I haven’t a thing to wear
There’s a great big wolf outside my door
He made his fortune in tin
So, you’d better make your mind up
Or I’ll have to let the darned wolf in
I hate to insist, Mister Bigsby
But we haven’t a moment to spare
I’m feeling as bare as an aspirin
‘Cause I haven’t a thing to wear
Chorus
It’s obvious, dear Mister Bigsby
Nice people are liable to stare
Now won’t you believe that I parallel Eve
‘Cause I haven’t a thing to wear
I’m fragile, my dear Mister Bigsby
I can’t stand the chilly night air
Believe it or not, my whole wardrobe is shot
And I haven’t a thing to wear
I’ll admit that I’ve run up some bills
A very tiny amount
You can sure my teensy weensy ills
By handing me a charge account
To sum it all up, Mister Bigsby
To see you, I just wouldn’t dare
You see that I’m really embarrassed
‘Cause I haven’t a thing to wear