| I don’t care where I’m going | 
| Just as long as I’m with you | 
| Put it there, pal. | 
| Put it there | 
| I’ll be just like your horses | 
| And I’ll stick to you like glue | 
| Put it there, pal. | 
| Put it there | 
| I’m glad you’re fooling Pepsodent (oh, that happy snow) | 
| Stealing all that cash | 
| I hear your show on Thursdays (nice, huh?) | 
| What a lot of eggs you smash | 
| Well at least I don’t depend upon | 
| Cologne’s big moustache (oh, he gave me the brush) | 
| You’re faithful and you’re fair | 
| Put it there (skin me Dad, skin me) | 
| You’ve got that something in your voice | 
| So right for selling cheese (hustle a lot of the stuff) | 
| Put it there, pal. | 
| Put it there (put that back in the bowl) | 
| You know, I think your jokes are great (really?) | 
| It’s just that folks are hard to please (they're just snobs, that all) | 
| Put it there, pal. | 
| Put it there | 
| Your face could make a fortune | 
| Just your nose should make a lot (how do you siphon?) | 
| I like the way you wear those gaudy-colored shirts you’ve got, boy | 
| The only time a rainbow ever covered up a pot | 
| You’re such a perfect square (oh-oh, is that on the paper?) | 
| (Where? Where?) | 
| Shall we dance | 
| Sorry, I have my heavy underwear on | 
| Oh, just to once around, to the adrenalin, huh | 
| Well, OK, if I lead | 
| My colleague, my crony, my cohort, my friend | 
| Companions, confederates, chums to the end | 
| Like meat and potatoes, or salt and tomatoes | 
| Boy, what a blend | 
| Don’t put it in the paper (don't worry about me) | 
| Don’t put it on the air (I'll finish it) | 
| Don’t put it in your pipe | 
| Put it there | 
| Confidentially, do you like this as well as singing | 
| Leave your name with the girl when you go out | 
| We may get to you for some crowd noises | 
| Be sure and call me | 
| All right |