This one is, of course, for my Dish. But I won’t mind if you play or sing it to the man or woman you love.
Thanks to Bob Barta, master of sweet jazz lyricism (more about him soon) for introducing me to this song. Lyrics by Harold Adamson, music by Jimmy McHugh (1937), it’s a fine pop tune that I have found room for in my heart. Much of this is due to the culinary mastery of Fats Waller — once you’ve learned the tune, listen again to this record for him . . . not only for his leisurely opening chorus, which takes up one-third of the performance, but for his delicious singing and the way his piano supports and propels. No wonder Ralph Sutton used to get angry at people who unthinkingly said he (Ralph) was “better than Fats.” There wasn’t anyone better.
Find your napkin and be prepared to enjoy yourself:
“Yum yum yum!”
May your happiness increase.