I'll Capture Your Heart Singing - Bing Crosby, Fred Astaire, Ирвинг Берлин

Here she comes, down the street

My, oh my, ain’t she sweet?

Why, here comes my hot toddy

Over my dead body

I’ll capture her heart singing

Just wait until she gets a load of my dancing

Just wait till I start singing

I’ll take her strolling down the road with my dancing

I can’t go wrong, a tender song and she’ll discover my charms

Some fancy taps and she’ll collapse and fall right into my arms

I’ll capture her heart singing

Oh no, you haven’t a chance when I go into my dance

I’ll take you through life singing

I’ll make you my wife dancing

If you could dance instead of sing

I’d learn to love you somehow

If you could sing instead of dance

I’d take you home with me now

The way you sing don’t mean a thing

You’d better stick to your dance

And as for you, your dance won’t do You’ll have to sing for romance

I’ll capture her heart…

I’ll capture her heart…

Singing!

Dancing!

Crosby sings pretty swell

Fred Astaire dances well

I’m that combination

That’s my reputation

I’ll capture your heart singing

And then I’ll take you down the road with my dancing

Just wait till I start singing

And wait until you get a load of my dancing

I can’t go wrong, a tender song and you’ll discover my charms

And then some taps and you’ll collapse and fall right into my arms

I’ll capture your heart singing

And then we’ll start a romance when I go into my dance