A 1927 popular song
words and music by Benny Davis, Harry Akst and L. Wolfe Gilbert
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- What’s the certain something
That they rave about?
No one can understand
It puts you in demand
I know one who has it
And she stands right out
Am I happy, am I proud
You can pick her in a crowd, ’cause
Chorus
She’s got “IT,” and plenty of it, brother
She’s got “IT,” I never saw another
Have so much of “such and such”
She’s really not exquisite
But after all, what is it?
Lips and eyes just like a million others
Still what made me fall?
It ain’t that, that ain’t it
That is that, and it is it
And she’s got “IT,” that’s all
- ‘Tain’t the way she waves her hair
Or wears her clothes
It’s not that Frenchy hat
It’s something more than that
What “It” is, it is
And still nobody knows
Can it be that naughty smile?
She can make you walk a mile, ’cause
Sung here by Laurence Rubenstein: