Mama wants me a banker, Mama wants him to be swell, but my man makes steel all day and suits me mighty well. He ain’t no banker, he ain’t no lawyer, but he’s the fella for me! Doodle-doo-de-doo! Doodle-doo-de-dee Ain’t he the bee’s knees? Papa wants me a lawyer, who is rich, dapper and nifty, but my man loves me, I don’t care that he’s thrifty. Mama takes one sniff and says, “Say, you with that fella, I can tell!” I just grin and tell her, “Ain’t he something swell?” He ain’t no banker, he ain’t no lawyer, but he’s the fella for me! Doodle-doo-de-doo! Doodle-doo-de-dee And he’s the bee’s knees! Papa sees the grease spot on my Sunday dress. “You been with that mill hand?” “I say, Papa, take a guess!” He ain’t no banker, he ain’t no lawyer, but he’s the fella for me! Doodle-doo-de-doo! Doodle-doo-de-dee My Papa ain’t pleased! Mama says, “You mind yourself, and keep your halo bright.” I say, “I’m behaving, Mama...” But she don’t know ’bout last night. Doodle-doo-de-doo! Doodle-doo-de-dee! Papa says, “There’s a fella at the firm who’s quite a catch. He’ll call for you on Saturday.” I say, “Sure, Papa, make the match!” Doodle-doo... Doodle-doo-de-doo! Doodle-doo-de-dee Doodle-doo... Doodle-doo-de-doo! Doodle-doo-de-dee But Friday night I’m leaving with my steel man by my side. Doodle-doo-de-doo! Doodle-doo-de-dee Papa’s planning Saturday, but Friday... I’m a bride! He ain’t no banker, he ain’t no lawyer, but he’s the fella for me! Doodle-doo-de-doo! Doodle-doo-de-dee! I’m sorry, Mama, I’m sorry, Papa, but he’s the fella for me!
