If you're looking for a playmate
There's a chap whose praises I'd sing
You will find that he's a gay mate
If you care for that sort of thing
You'll be feeling dizzy when you've kissed him
And you'll murmer "Oh, is this a system?"
Who is the guy
Oh me oh my
Thinks you're peaches and pie
Don't ask
Who is the chap
Who is the sap
Love all over his map
Don't ask
Moon and stars, stars and moon, heaven above
Lady, lady, someone's in love, oh!
Who is the sheik
Who'd make you weak
With his parlor technique
Don't ask!
Are you sure he won't mislead us?
Maybe it'll pay to take a chance
Is satisfaction guaranteed us?
You can count on that in advance
He's the sort of chap to set your cap for
He's the sort of bird the flappers flap for
Who is the miss
Who'd like a kiss
If you have to know this
Don't ask
Is there a Jill
Who'd like a thrill
Be yourself, don't be sil'
Don't ask
But, oh my, she is shy, what will she do?
Laddie, laddie, it's up to you, say
No use to sigh
Come on and try
But will he satisfy?
Don't ask!