As sung by Bing Crosby, Fred Astaire, and Virginia Dale:]
[FRED:] Here she comes, down the street
[BING:] My, oh my, ain't she sweet?
[FRED:] Why, here comes my hot toddy
[BING:] Over my dead body
[BING:] I'll capture her heart singing
[FRED:] Just wait until she gets a load of my dancing
[BING:] Just wait till I start singing
[FRED:] I'll take her strolling down the road with my dancing
[BING:]
I can't go wrong, a tender song
And she'll discover my charms
[FRED:]
Some fancy taps and she'll collapse
And fall right into my arms
[BING:] I'll capture her heart singing
[FRED:] Oh no, you haven't a chance when I go into my dance
[BING:] I'll take you through life singing
[FRED:] I'll make you my wife dancing
[DALE:]
If you could dance instead of sing
I'd learn to love you somehow
If you could sing instead of dance
I'd take you home with me now
The way you sing don't mean a thing
You'd better stick to your dance
And as for you, your dance won't do
You'll have to sing for romance
[BING:] I'll capture her heart...
[FRED:] I'll capture her heart...
[BING:] Singing!
[FRED:] Dancing
