Baby-O - Dean Martin, Paris Bennett

Baby-O

You I dig

Like-a the most

Ooh, really big

Love the shape

Of your brow

Love your ooh

Love your ah, love your wow

Baby-O

Tell me true

Could you go

For me too?

Cross your heart

If it’s so

That you’re my

Hope to die baby-O

Baby-O

You won’t quit

Like I mean

This is it

Love your mad

Swingin' pad

You know what

You’re a nut and I’m glad

Ah baby-O

May I fly

In a plane

Through the sky?

Writing words

Just to show

That you’re my

Ten mile high baby-O

Baby-O

Sugarplum

You are so

Yummy yum

Plus to wit

And whereas

Tres Jolie E.T.C.

And all o' that jazz

Ah, baby-O

There are laws

So I wrote

To old Santa Claus

Under my

Mistletoe

Just for one, please leave one

Baby-O

O-baby, O-baby

Baby-O

Nobody honey, yeah