I'll soon become a wreck They're breathin' on my neck Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Como
They're really coming fast Who knows I may be passed By Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Como
The fact that girlies scream They say will cause me grief But if they ever stop I'll find that I'm back on relief It'll mean the end of me Good news for Tommy D And Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Como
Why should it get their goat Each time I bend a note Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Como
At my pictures, they throw rocks They're both at Twentieth Fox Not Dick Todd, but Dick Haymes, and Como
They say that I need weight I'm just a mass of joints I'd like to put on weight But where the heck can I get points If at RKO I pout, they look at me and shout, "Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Como"
Everytime I sing, I'm compared with Bing by Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Como
Bing's four boys are sublime But they won't give me time Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Perry (that's the other guy's first name)
I'll never sing like Bing I know I don't compare I'll grant them he's got voice If they'll grant me, that I've got hair
But then why all this fuss There's room for all of us Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Como There's just one Crosby There's room for all of usTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
