First Song-What Takes My Fancy

Thank you, D Kirby. Hi, Rosie. Well, Bing Crosby, fancy meeting you here. And Rosemary Cloonie, fancy meeting you. Well, after all this fancy dialogue, don't you think we ought to sing What Takes My Fancy?

I don't see how there's any way we can get into any other kind of song after all that build up, is it? No, we gotta do What Takes My Fancy. I think we're committed, yes, to say the least.

Well, I'll be swacked and tickled in motion. You ain't such an ornery cuss. Well, I'll be piped and peddled for coal. You ain't such a luio-guss. Well, I don't wanna give you no ideas, but you might not make a bad wife.

Cook and grub and pin and up diet is... Hold on, Grandpa, not on your life. Then what treats me girly has to find out early. In my mama's litter, I'm the independent I likes to do what takes my fancy What takes my fancy?

I likes to do And when it comes to Things romance see What takes my fancy? Ain't the likes of you? I likes to do what takes my fancy here What takes my fancy? Well, I ain't no friend That there's what keeps me young and prancing What takes my fancy?

I'd do all the time Well, bless my boots and paddle my britches If you ain't a sociable type Oh, well, now's in suffering polecats If we ain't a similar stripe Don't let this sun travel to run these But you might not make a bad room All cleaned up for company Sunday Now hold on, sis, you're sealing your doom

Here's a tip I'll give you Partnership I'll give you But you ain't promoting me from my protective coat I like to do what Takes my fancy What takes my fancy I like to do And when it comes to things romancy What takes my fancy?