My Walking Stick

Without my walking stick, I'd go insane I can't look my best I feel undressed without my cane. Must have my walking stick 'cause it may rain When it pours can't be outdoors without my cane. If I ever left my house without my walking stick Well it would be something I could never explain Oh the thing that makes me click, on lovers lane Would go for naught if I were caught without my cane. Be-bop-bop-de-la-dum Be-bop-a-da-bum Re-bop-be-a Rop-a-de-bop Rump-a-de-dum Ra-da-da-de Re-bop-bop-la-da-dum Re-bop-be-de-a Rop-a-de-bum Rop-a-de-bum Deet-de-de-a Ra-da-da-dum If I ever left my house without my walking stick Well it would be something I could never explain Oh the thing that makes me click on lovers lane Would go for naught if I were caught without my cane.