| Lyrics: | (S. Cahn, J.Van Heusen)
[Recorded Januare 21, 1963, Los Angeles]
Make like a Mister
Milquetoast and you'll get shut out,
Make like a Mister Meek and you'll get cut out,
Make
like a little lamb, and wham, you're shorn,
I tell ya, chum, it's time to come blow your
horn.
Make like a Mister Mumbles and you're a zero,
Make like a Mister Big; they dig a
hero.
You've got to sound your "A" the day you're born,
I tell ya, chum, it's time to come
blow your horn.
The taller the tree is the sweeter the peach,
I'll give you the whole
maguilla in a one word speach: Reach!
Make like the world's your pudding, but light the
brandy,
Even the mildest kiss is a dan, dan, dandy,
There'll be no love in bloom come
doomsday morn,
I tell ya, chum, it's time to come blow your horn.
[Musical
Interlude]
In civilized jungles females adore
The lions who come on swingin'; if you
wanna score - roar!
You can be either read to or be the reader,
You can be either lead
or be the leader.
Don't wait until you're told you're old and worn,
Take in some air and get
your lips puckered,
Before you find you're simply too tuckered,
I'll tell ya, chum, it's
time to come blow your horn.
Blow your horn,
I tell ya, chum, it's time to come blow
your horn. |
