A popular song from 1927
Words by Billy Rose and Al. Dubin
Music by Henry H. Tobias
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Cold as a stone
You’ve never shown
One bit of love for me
Why don’t you start
Using your heart?
You’re like a marble statue
But, baby, who can match you?
Chorus
Pretty little thing
Hey, hey, you pretty little thing
Say, say, that pretty little thing
That makes you mine
You’re like a cold orangeade
On a hot summer day
Nice but that ice has me freezin’
Stop teasin’
You pretty little thing
Put on that pretty little ring
And send a ting-a-ling-a-ling
Right down my spine
“Here Comes the Bride”
Has a pretty little swing
Why can’t a pretty little thing
Like you be mine
- Warm tropic skies
Shine in your eyes
Why is your heart so cold?
I say I’m fond
You don’t respond
You’ve got to warm up later
I’m no refrigerator
Chorus
Pretty little thing
Hey, hey, you pretty little thing
Say, say, that pretty little thing
That makes you mine
You’re like a warm summer breeze
From a tropical sea
Still there’s a chill in your squeezin’
Stop teasin’
You pretty little thing
Put on that pretty little ring
And send a ting-a-ling-a-ling
Right down my spine
“Here Comes the Bride”
Has a pretty little swing
Why can’t a pretty little thing
Like you be mine
Sung here by Laurence Rubenstein: