At first, the loyal audience poo-pooed it;
It had to be someone else that had shooed it.
When the chick flew the coop
And landed on the stoop,
Red Skelton admitted, "Yeah--I dood it."
Torn shirt, worn out shoes.
And I don't know where I am goin' to
Zoot suit, no tie
I don't need a reason why
They go runnin' away as fast as they can
'Cause no girl's crazy 'bout a down dressed man