Doctor, Lawyer, Indian Chief [From the Stork Club]

Send the Indian chief and his tommy-hawk

Confidentially, I confess send a note to the local press
Tell the doc to stick to his practice
Tell the lawyer to settle his case
And neither fish nor fowl says the wise old owl
That you're the chick with the slickest tricks
That anyone else could love you like I do
That every dimple on your dimpled cheek is mine, so to speak
That anyone else could love you like I do
Back to little rain in the face
'Cause you know, know it couldn't be true
Could love you any more than I do
Tell the doc to stick to his practice
'Cause you know, know it couldn't be true

That anyone else could love you like I do
Could love you any more than I do
There's a barrel of fish in the ocean
No, no, no it couldn't be true

That anyone else could love you like I do, like I do
And every tick of my ticker ticks for you, follow through
Send the Indian chief and his tommy-hawk
Back to little rain in the face
That anyone else could love you like I do

No, no, no it couldn't be true

I'm gonna warn all the dead-eyed dicks
I'm gonna send a hot communeek
To all the bucks down the Cripple Creek

Tell the lawyer to settle his case
And a lot of little birds in the blue
No, no, no it couldn't be true

I'll be changin' my home address for you, follow through, babe
Neither doctor, lawyer nor Indian chief