From the musical “A Tree Grows In Brooklyn”, 1951.
Words by Dorothy Fields.
Music by Arthur Schwartz.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
Supper is over, the dishes are done
It’s late July
Somebody rings a doorbell
And it’s your bell
Quickly you splash on some perfume
And run to meet your beau
A beau is one thing I doubt
A girl is happy without
Refrain
If you haven’t got a sweetheart
Then what good is a night like this
Don’t sit home and talk to the folks
Look for someone to kiss
If you haven’t got a partner
Then you’re wasting a great big moon
Find that someone you care for
Then go break down the doors
If you haven’t got a sweetheart
Honey, take me, make me yours