My Walking Stick

Without my walking stick

I’d go insane

I can’t look my best, I feel undressed

Without my cane

Without my walking stick

It may rain

When it pours, can’t be outdoors

Without my cane

If I ever were to be caught

Without my walking stick

Yes, it might be something that you

Could never explain

Oh, the thing that makes me click

On lover’s lane

Would go for naught, if I were caught

Without my cane

Yo-da-lay-ee

Yo-da-lay-ee-ee

Ya-da-da-dee

Yo-da-lay-ee-hee-hee-hee

Yo-da-lay-ee-hee-hee-hee

Ah-dee

If I ever were to be caught

Without my walking stick

Yes, it might be something that you

Could never explain

Oh-oh-oh

The thing that makes me click

On lover’s lane

Would go for naught, if I were caught

Without my cane

Would go for naught, if I were caught

Without my cane