Betty Hutton — Murder He Says

Well that's fine, and now Betty is one of the three flying Huttons when you answer a slew of command performance requests, and strafe us for that 50 caliber tune, he says murder, he says Finally found a fella Almost completely divine But his vocabulary Is killin' this romance of mine We get into an intimate situation And then begins this Romeo's conversation He says, murder, he says Every time we kiss He says, murder, he says At a time like this He says, murder, he says Is that the language of love? He says, solid, he says Takes me in his arms And says, solid, he says Meaning all my charms He says, solid, he says Is that the language of love? He says, chick chick You torture me Zoom, are we livin? I'm thinkin' of leavin' him flat He says, dig dig the jumps The old ticker is givin' No, he can talk plainer than that He says, murder, he says Every time we kiss He says, murder, he says Keep it up like this And that, murder, he says In that impossible tone Will bring on nobody's murder But his own He says, Jackson, he says And my name's Marie He says, Jackson, he says Shoot the snoot to me He says, Jackson, he says Is that the language of love? He says, woof woof When he likes my hat He says, tsk tsk He says What the heck is that? He says, woo woo! he says Is that the language of love? He says hep hep with helium Now babe, we're cookin' And other expressions, to wit He says, we're in to groove And the groove is good lookin' Sounds like his uppers don't fit He says, murder He says, murder And the way he says murder In that impossible tone I've told him over and over and over again That it'll be nobody else's murder But his own Yes, sir, a vitamin pill with legs, how 'bout that?