If they could see me now That old gang of mine I'm eating fancy chow And drinking fancy wine
I'd like those stumble bums To see for a fact The kind of top drawer First rate chums I attract
All I can say is, wow Hey, look at where I am I've landed, pow Right in a pot of jam
What a setup, holy cow They'd never believe it If my friends could see me (If they could see me) Said if my friends could see me (If they could see me) Oh, if my friends could see me If they could see me now
If they could see me now My little dusty prince Chasing around This million dollar chick
I'd hear those real hip cats Say, brother, get her Draped on a bedspread Made of three kinds of fur To think the highest brow Which I must say is he Should pick the lowest brow Which there's no doubt is me
What a step up, holy cow They'd never believe it If my friends could see me (If they could see me) If all my friends could see me (If they could see me) Said if my friends could see me If they could see me now
I'll rejoice with all my friends I said rejoice with all my friends
If they could see me If they could see me If they could see me If all my friends could see me
If they could see me now That old gang of mine Eating fancy chow And drinking fancy wine
If all my friends could see me now See me now, holy cow
If they could see me If they could see me If they could see me...
Compositores: Dorothy Fields, Cy Coleman ECAD: Obra #6448924 Fonograma #2741776