[Lyric] Mister Love (Dr. Buzzard's Original Savannah Band)

Deep into the night
The box-back gents arrive
In apple-jacks and tans:
Man-o-man, they look just like that Gitchy Dan!
"Swing it with me, my Mattie Mario"
No, no, I'm saving this fling for Mister Love

When Crosby starts to croon
The jitterbuggies cruise the room
Their fingers poke the air;
Man-o-man-o-man-o-man, they look just like that Fred Astaire!
“Swing it with me, my Mattie Mario”
No, no, no, no, no. I’m saving this fling for Mister Love

Some enchanted evening at a swingin' soiree
I'm savin' this dance for Mister Love, oh yeah
I'm savin' this dance for Mister Love, oh yeah

Across the crowded floor
I think I see him --Yea, yea, there's my soldier boy
He's got the rhythm of pizzaz:
Man-o man, he looks like Uncle Sam!
"Swing it with me, my Mattie Mario"
(Swing it, swing it, swing it)
Sweets for the sweet, Mister Love
Hand in hand with a military man
I'm dancing my dance with Mister Love
My heart develops wings
When he starts whistpering
Like pretty harmonies
He's susch a compliment to me
I've had my hits-and-run
With you jive stumblebums
So don't you mess with me...
Honey, I'm older than you think
I'm scandalous!
I need a touch, a hug, a nudge--
That's why I saved this dance for
Mister Love