IT ALL BELONGS TO ME

from 1927 review "Ziegfield Follies Of 1927" 
sung by Ruth Etting
(Irving Berlin 1927)

as recorded by Ruth Etting
with Rube Bloom (piano)
August 30th 1927


(scat)
Take a look at the flower in my buttonhole,
Take a look, say, and ask me why it's there.
Can't you see that I'm all dressed up to take a stroll?
Can't you tell that there's something in the air?

I've got a date,
Can't hardly wait,
I'd like to bet
She won't be late!

Here she comes, come on and meet
A hundred pounds of what is mighty sweet,
And it all belongs to me!
Flashing eyes, how they roll,
A disposition like a sugar bowl,
And it all belongs to me!

That pretty baby face,
That bunch of style and grace,
Should be in Tiffany's window,
In a platinum jewel case!

Hey there you, you'll get in Dutch,
I let you look but then you mustn't touch,
For it all belongs to me!

Here she comes, come on and meet
A hundred pounds of what is mighty sweet,
And it all belongs to me!
Rosy cheeks, red hot lips,
A million dollars worth of flying hips,
And it all belongs to me!

Those lips that I desire
Are like electric wire;
She kissed a tree last Summer,
Ooh, she started a forest fire!

I'm in love with what she's got,
What she's got, she's got an awful lot,
And it all belongs to me, and I'm repeating,
It all belongs to me-he!



(Transcribed by Peter Akers - December 2014)