YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN
(Alfred Dubin / Fred Rath,   1919)


I've been dreaming, I've been dreaming; 
I've been scheming too,
I hope my dreams come true, 
It all depends on you; 
I'm suspecting, I'm suspecting, 
That your eyes have seen, 
There's something wrong with me, 
And you know what I mean!

When we're married, when we're married, 
We'll go down to Cook's, 
Look through their tourist books, 
And pick some shady nooks; 
Then we'll visit those exquisite, Tropic Island scenes,
The kind you read about, 
In all the magazines!

Oh I'm just crazy 'bout your kisses, honey, 
You know what I mean, 
For when your lips meet mine, 
I feel so funny, 
You know what I mean. 
You're just a dream of lovliness, 
You surely know just how to dress, 
You play and sing, and everything, 
So different from the rest: 
I'd like to hear the preacher say that we are, 
You know what I mean, 
And in a year or so we both may have a little
Ford machine, 
We'll find a little cottage where the roses bloom,
With a parlor and a kitchen and a dining room, 
And a room upstairs, 
Where we'll say our pray'rs, 
Oh, you know what I mean.
I've been dreaming, I've been dreaming; 
I've been scheming too,
I hope my dreams come true, 
It all depends on you; 
I'm suspecting, I'm suspecting, 
That your eyes have seen, 
There's something wrong with me, 
And you know what I mean!

When we're married, when we're married, 
We'll go down to Cook's, 
Look through their tourist books, 
And pick some shady nooks; 
Then we'll visit those exquisite, Tropic Island scenes,
The kind you read about, 
In all the magazines!

Oh I'm just crazy 'bout your kisses, honey, 
You know what I mean, 
For when your lips meet mine, 
I feel so funny, 
You know what I mean. 
You're just a dream of lovliness, 
You surely know just how to dress, 
You play and sing, and everything, 
So different from the rest: 
I'd like to hear the preacher say that we are, 
You know what I mean, 
And in a year or so we both may have a little Ford machine, 
We'll find a little cottage where the roses bloom,
With a parlor and a kitchen and a dining room, 
And a room upstairs, 
Where we'll say our pray'rs, 
Oh, you know what I mean.