From “The Girl Next Door”, 1953.
Words by Mack Gordon.
Music by Josef Myrow.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
I like to shoot a tin can target
With a bee-bee gun
So do I
Like father, like son
I like to pick the big black raisins
Off a hotcross bun
So do I
Like father, like son
Like to fish or swim or ride a bike with you
Wrestle, play catch, or take a hike with you
Ev’rything we like we like alike
Excepting girls with whom I don’t care to bother
Like son, like father
Chorus
I’d rather have a pal than a gal anytime
I’d rather have a chum
Than a purty yummy-yum anytime
When a frail starts coyly grinnin’
She’s out to do some winnin’
And you know that a frail
Is a synonym for trouble
Double trouble
I’d rather have a pal than a gal anytime
So, if you’re thinkin’ dame-wise
Play your game wise
And give your thinkin’ plen’y time
Oh, of life I made a study
And I would rather have a buddy than a female
Fuddy duddy
Anytime, anytime, anytime
Coda
‘Cept when the moon is shinin’
And a lonely heart is pinin’
Then I’d rather have a gal than a pal
Anytime, anytime, anytime