DIG YOU LATER (A HUBBA-HUBBA-HUBBA)
>From the film "Doll Face" (1945)
(Music: Jimmy McHugh / Lyrics: Harold Adamson)


Perry Como & Martha Stewart (Film Soundtrack) - 1945
Perry Como (with The Satisfiers) - 1945






As recorded by PERRY COMO and THE SATISFIERS
with Russ Case & His Orch., October 13th 1945, New York:


(It’s always fair weather)
(When hep cats get together)
(And every time they meet)
(Here’s the way you’ll hear them greet (Reet!)

(A hubba-hubba-hubba, Hello Dad) 
Well a hubba-hubba-hubba, I just got back
(Well a hubba-hubba-hubba, let’s shoot some breeze)
(Say, whatever happened to the Japanese)

Hmm, a hubba-hubba-hubba, haven’t you heard
(A hubba-hubba-hubba, slip me the word) 
I got it from a guy who was in the know
It was mighty smoky over Tokyo

A friend of mine in a B-29 
Dropped another load for luck
As he flew away, he was heard to say
("A hubba-hubba-hubba, yuk yuk")
 
Well I gotta go a-fishin’
(That’s ok, we’ll give you our permission and we’ll say)
(A hubba-hubba-hubba, on your way)
And I will dig you later in the USA

Ta dah dah dee dee dee ta dee dee
(Ta dah dah hi hi hi tee dee dee)
 
A hubba-hubba-hubba, I just got in!
(A hubba-hubba-hubba, well give me some skin)
Well you’re lookin’ mighty purdy Miss Curly Locks
(I’m the Gravel Gertie of the bobby socks)

Hmm, yuttata yuttata yuttata, you talk big
(Well, I’m the fresh tomata you can’t dig)
(Let’s have a heart to heart’a and you’ll decide)
(I’m a chick what's really on the solid side)
 
You knock me flat, you’re the kind of a cat
Makes me wanta blow my top
"Till the end of time" ( Aaaaah! )
And if you feel that way, tell me what you say
(A hubba-hubba-hubba, muk muk)
 
(Well now you’re really talkin’, you’re no square)
(You can’t be from Weehawken)
Uhh-uhh, Delaware!
(You got a line of jive that’s really zoot)
Well I’ll dig you later, baby, you’re all root!
Ta dah dah dah dah dah dah dah
 
(Instrumental Break)
 
(You’re the kind of cat wears a sharp cravat)
(And you really know your stuff) 
If you feel that way, tell me what you say
Hubba-hubba-hubba (Ruff-ruff)
 
A get along little mousy with the great big eyes
But if you’re lookin’ for a spousey, why you’re just my size
(Mister, how you love to blubber with that knocked out squawk)
(Seems your lips are made of rubber every time you talk)
 
Oh no, no, no, hubba-hubba 
(Yes, yes, yes, hubba-hubba) 
Bop, bop, bop, hubba-hubba
(A what you know) A what you know
(A what you say) A what you say
I say I’ll dig you later, baby, in the USA!



(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - February 2016)