Sign!
I make a very dry martini.
Right here!
I make a very wet souffle.
Just your name
Don't be so mean you mean old meanie!
Come my dear.
Let's you and me make, why shouldn't we make, hay!
I have an appointment at one.
This way!
You ever been to "Bonas Ires"?
Where?
I hunger for the Argentine.
Argenteen!
Let's me and you fill up our diaries.
What? Stop!
Buy me a ruby.
No!
Why shouldn't you be mine!?
I got your number you like to rumba.
I'll call ya' Ollie, my hot tomalie.
This...
And now I gotcha
...file...
my cucaracha!
...from my private eye.
Ay, ay, ay, ay!
You spend your ev'nings in the shanties
You had me followed?
imbibing quarts of bathtub gin!
Bronchitis!
And here you're dancing in your scanties!
Great gams!
With some old geezer called Little Caesar.
He's an uncle!
You lock The Orphans in the closet!
They love it!
You hock their Christmas souvenirs!
A drink?
You steal the funds you should deposit.
It's frech.
You make them grovel, while you buy lavoliers.
You'll...
Must you upset me?
...sit...
Why don't you pet me?
...out this...
It's you I crave now.
...century...
Let's misbehave now.
...in some...
You wanna smoochie,
...deep dark...
my little poochie?
...penitentiary!
Jail?
Sign!
I guess I'll never know the feeling
You'll rot in jail,
of fingers running through my hair.
...in Sing. Sing. Sing.
I guess this means no "Bonas Iries".
Will you sign!
Well, I don't need you,
That's fine!
so just forget me.
The dotted line.
Forget my sweetness,
Don't whine!
Forget you met me,
You can't decline!
This day is sorta,
Just sign!
my bread and Waterloo.
Sign!
Why didn't you say so in the first place? - Swhine!
I make a very dry martini.
Right here!
I make a very wet souffle.
Just your name
Don't be so mean you mean old meanie!
Come my dear.
Let's you and me make, why shouldn't we make, hay!
I have an appointment at one.
This way!
You ever been to "Bonas Ires"?
Where?
I hunger for the Argentine.
Argenteen!
Let's me and you fill up our diaries.
What? Stop!
Buy me a ruby.
No!
Why shouldn't you be mine!?
I got your number you like to rumba.
I'll call ya' Ollie, my hot tomalie.
This...
And now I gotcha
...file...
my cucaracha!
...from my private eye.
Ay, ay, ay, ay!
You spend your ev'nings in the shanties
You had me followed?
imbibing quarts of bathtub gin!
Bronchitis!
And here you're dancing in your scanties!
Great gams!
With some old geezer called Little Caesar.
He's an uncle!
You lock The Orphans in the closet!
They love it!
You hock their Christmas souvenirs!
A drink?
You steal the funds you should deposit.
It's frech.
You make them grovel, while you buy lavoliers.
You'll...
Must you upset me?
...sit...
Why don't you pet me?
...out this...
It's you I crave now.
...century...
Let's misbehave now.
...in some...
You wanna smoochie,
...deep dark...
my little poochie?
...penitentiary!
Jail?
Sign!
I guess I'll never know the feeling
You'll rot in jail,
of fingers running through my hair.
...in Sing. Sing. Sing.
I guess this means no "Bonas Iries".
Will you sign!
Well, I don't need you,
That's fine!
so just forget me.
The dotted line.
Forget my sweetness,
Don't whine!
Forget you met me,
You can't decline!
This day is sorta,
Just sign!
my bread and Waterloo.
Sign!
Why didn't you say so in the first place? - Swhine!