My Old Timey Baby

Dan: My, you girls are sure lookin' nice tonight.
Girls: Thanks, Dan
Dan: Yeah, you remind me of a girl who lives in my apartment
complex.
Girl: Oh, Yeah?
Dan: Really. I Don't know where she does her shoppin', but man
what style!

She's a bit old timey, but that's alright with me,
She wears a dress of velvet that hangs below her knees, her knees
She's a bit old-fashioned, as all the world can see,
The cameo she wears upon her bosom, puts me in ecstasy, ecstasy,
Yes she's her own grandmother, that's what they're telling me,
But my old timey baby is swell enough for me, you see...

She plays her old victrola
The lamp is low, kerosene you know,
We lie upon her bed,
The patchwork quilt beneath her head,
Or while her wheel is spinning,
She sews some lace or we embrace
Or when we go out strolling, the world can plainly see,
That my old timey baby is swell enough, she's young enough,
She's hip enough for me...