Verse: I've just finished writing an advertisement Calling for a boy. No half-hearted Romeo or flirt is meant; That's the kind I'd not employ. Though anybody interested can apply, He must know a thing to qualify. For instance: Refrain 1: Teddy: He must be able to dance. He must make life a romance. I said a boy wanted, One who can smile; Boy wanted, Lovable style. He must be tender and true, And he must know how to woo. I know we'll get acquainted mighty soon, Out in a garden 'neath a harvest moon; And if he proves to be the right little laddie, I'll make him glad He'll answer my ad! Refrain 2: Toots: To be the boy of my choice, He needn't own a Rolls Royce. The kind of boy wanted* Needn't have gold; Boy wanted, Mustn't be cold. If he has oodles of charm, I'll even life on a farm. If he fits into my picture of a home, I'll be so nice he'll never have to roam.** Yes, if he proves to be the right little laddie, I'll make him glad He answered my ad. Refrain 3: Babe: He must like musical shows, And he must wear snappy clothes. Yes, that is my story, And to it I'll stick; There's no glory In having a hick. He must know how to say "Yes!"*** When I look at a new dress. Oh, I'll be ready when the right one calls, And I'll start vamping him until he falls; And if he subsidises me, oh, sweet daddy! I'll make him glad He answered my ad! Refrain 4: Bunny: The movies he must avoid, He'll know his Nietzsche and Freud. I said a boy wanted, One who knows books; Boy wanted Needn't have looks. He must be such a saint, But, Oh! he dassent say 'ain't.' I don't care if his bankroll totals naught, For we can live on love and food for thought.