(Bob Schaefer / Irving Rose / Jack Lawrence) (1941)
You're a tattle-tale,
You keep rushing to and fro
Babbling like a radio,
Telling everything you know.
When you're supposed to keep it in ya
You spread it from Virginia to Seattle,
You're a tattle-tale
I should hide you on a shelf,
You're a mischief-making elf
Even tattle on yourself,
Altho' I tell you many secrets
They aren't any secrets when you prattle,
It wouldn't matter that you chatter
And you get in my hair
If you'd get into my arms.
Blabber, blabber, jibber, jabber, what do I care
About who married who, if it isn't me and you!
But you're lovable.
I'm completely mad about,
And what dreams I've had about you,
You little gadabout,
Why don't you shout it from a steeple
And tell a million people
That I love you, tattle-tale.
(Contributed by Ferda Dolunay - April 2005)