My Old Timey Baby

My, you girls are sure lookin' nice tonight Thanks, Dan Yeah, you remind me of a girl who lives in my apartment complex (oh, yeah?) Really, I don't know where she does her shoppin', but man, what style She's a bit old-timey, but that's alright with me She wears a dress of velvet that hangs below her knees, her knees She's a bit old-fashioned, as all the world can see The cameo she wears upon her bosom, puts me in ecstasy, ecstasy Yes, she's her own grandmother, that's what they're telling me But my old-timey baby is swell enough for me, you see You see, she plays her old Victrola The lamp is low, kerosene, you know You know we lie, we lie upon her bed The patchwork quilt beneath her head (Her wheel is spinning, spinning) or while her wheel is spinning She sews some lace or we embrace Or when we go out strolling, the world can plainly see (That my old-timey baby is swell (she's swell) enough, she's young (she's young) enough She's hip enough for me