YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY ME

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Song Title
YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY ME
Writers
Wilson
Publisher
ESSEX MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP)
Co-Publisher
TRO Affiliate
% Publisher Controls
100%
Territory Controlled
US AND CANADA
Themes/Keywords
1960's, Broadway, Conversation, Drink, Fame, Historical Figures, travel, Unsure
Lyrics
(Hannah)
I’ve not met Mahatma Ghandi,
I don’t drink Napoleon brandy,
So I can’t compare them to you.

(Sir Freddy)
I’ve not seen the Mona Lisa,
Or the leaning tower of Pisa,
So for me the same holds true.

(Hannah)
I’ve heard such things are high praise,
So my praise sounds low.
All I can do is liken you
To things I really know.
For instance, you’re a strong Manhattan.

(Sir F.) You’re a gin and it.
(H.) You’re a tune that’s Latin.
(Sir F.) You’re the latest hit
Played in Charlie Kunz’s fav’rite key ,
Which goes to show you’re absolutely me.
(H.) You’re a Crawford weepie.
(Sir F.) You’re a Hulbert flick.
(H.) You’re a Karloff creepie.
(Sir F.) You’re the whole Old Vic.
(H.) You’re a colored Silly Symphony,
Which means to say you’re absolutely me.
You’re fruit and nut.
(Sir F.) You’re shaggy cut.
(H.) You’re Crosby on the mike,
You’re Boston beans.
(Sir F.) You’re tinned sardines.
(Both) You’re ev’rything I like.
(Sir F.) You’re a brace of pheasant.
(H.) You’re an oyster stew.
(Sir F.) You are Wilton Crescent.
(H.) You’re Fifth Avenue
Where I’ll take you on a shopping spree.
(Sir F.) Oh, yes, my dear, that’s absolutely me!
(H.) You’re the Isle of Coney.
(Sir F.) You’re a stick of rock.
You’re a Shetland pony.
(H.) You’re a floral clock
In the Spring in Washington, D.C.,
Which means to say you’re absolutely me.
(Sir F.) You’re a toasted tea-cake.
(H.) You’re a pumpkin pie.
(Sir F.) You’re a rich Dundee cake.
(H.) You’re a ham on rye.
(Sir F.) You’re tomato sauce, also HP
Which goes to show you’re absolutely me.
You’re Ovaltine.
(H.) You’re gasoline.
(Sir F.) You’re cold stewed prunes and rice.
(H.) You’re aged in wood.
(Sir F.) You’re Yorkshire pud.
(Both) You’re ev’rything that’s nice.
(Sir F.) You’re Westminster Abbey.
(H.) You’re the Empire State.
(Sir F.) You’re a cat that’s tabby.
(H.) You’re a Dane that’s great.
You are everything you wanna be.
Because, my dear, you’re absolutely,
(Sir F.) Absolutely, definitely,
(Both) Definitely, absolutely me!

Reprise
(H.) You’re a suit that’s natty.
(Sir F.) You are Harris tweeds.
(H.) You’re Carnegie, Hattie.
(Sir F.) You are Austin Reeds.
(H.) You’re the whole darn chain of A and P,
And that’s because you’re absolutely me.
(Sir F.) You’re a Baby Austin.
(H.) Not a Rolls? Aw, shucks!
You’re a fur coat costin’
Sev’ral thousand bucks.
(Sir F.) Sev’ral thousand bucks I’d like to see.
(H.) You will because you’re absolutely me.
(Sir F.) You’re Droitwich Spa.
(H.) You’re Florida.
(Sir F. You’re Simla and Cawnpore.
(H.) You’re corned-beef hash.
(Sir F.) You’re sausage ‘n mash.
(Both) You’re all that I adore.
(Sir F.) You’re a pound of bulls’ eyes
In an air-tight tin.
(H.) You’re a photo full-size
Of the Roosevelt grin.
What I mean to say is, we agree
You’re definitely,
(Sir F.) Absolutely,
(H.) Absolutely,
(Sir F.) Definitely,
(Both) Definitely, absolutely me!

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