Gawk, Tousle and Shucks

Who'd have thought
The key to success'd be
Gawk, tousle and shucks?
That's like Mother's homemade apple pie

Have I missed my true vocation
Trying for sophistication?
That's the one thing they don't seem to buy

Even though the thought may sicken you
Women will adore the hick in you
Hide that PhD and play it shy

If that's what sends them off their trolley
Gawk, tousle and shucks, by golly
Goodbye, failure, goodbye

Walk up to that fancy address
And just gawk, tousle and shucks
That's what makes the ladies jump for joy

Why come on like Harold Pinter?
I can sell them ice in winter
Playing just a simple country boy

Somethin' 'bout a lad who's ill at ease
Sells those railroads and utilities
Like the mustard sells that ham on rye
If you can turn that school tie tacky
Gawk, tousle and shucks, by cracky
Goodbye, failure, goodbye

Step up
And casually trip over a chair
Look sorta humiliated
You'll get 'em right there
Fess up
You're only a sweet, lovable kid
Just like all the home folks up at DuPont and Siatamit

He who starts out grassy greening it
Always winds up limousine-ing it
To that hopes that's fifty stories high
If that's what brings in all that barley
Gawk, tousle and shucks, by Charley
Goodbye, failure, goodbye
If this doesn't work it's back to jumping
Goodbye, failure, goodbye



Credits
Writer(s): Elmer Bernstein, Carolyn Leigh
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