Is There Anything Wrong In That
There are certain things that keep me guessing,
Though I try real hard to find them out,
Well, I don't understand, so I'm confessing,
That I don't know just what it's all about.
See, I don't know the bad things from the good,
Because my mother never told me all she should.
A man showed me a lavaliere,
He says It's yours if you kiss me, dear,
Oh, tell me, was there anything wrong in that?
I kissed him once, and he asked for more,
Next week he's bringing the jewelry store;
Oh, tell me, was there anything wrong in that?
Now, I was in the parlor, with this fellow last night,
And I know why he kissed me and he squeezed me so tight;
But I don't understand a bit,
When he said, Baby, you sure have It,
What's this?
Oh, is there anything wrong in that?
A man loaned me his Cadilac,
And I said that I would bring it back,
Oh, tell me, was there anything wrong in that?
Well, it was so cold in that great big boat,
So, I just went and took his raccoon coat,
Oh, tell me, was there anything wrong in that?
I took my mother driving on that very same day,
And she said, Dear, you must return that car right away!
But the funniest thing, you'll never guess,
I forgot his name and his address!
Oh, tell me, was there anything wrong in that?
Oh, tell me, tell me, please, was there anything wrong in that, huh?
Now, I ask, was there anything wrong with that?
Such questions drive me crazy, every day, something new,
My poor brain gets hazy, don't know what to do!
[Scatting]
Oh, tell me, was there anything wrong in that?
