Let's Misbehave (From Paris) - Bobby Short

We’re all alone,

No chaperone

Can get our number,

The world’s in slumber,

Let’s misbehave!

There’s something wild

About you, child,

That’s so contagious,

Let’s be outrageous,

Let’s misbehave!

When Adam won Eve’s hand,

He wouldn’t stand

For teasin',

He didn’t care about

Those apples out of season!

They say the Spring

Means just one thing

To little lovebirds;

We’re not above birds,

Let’s misbehave!

Let’s misbehave!

Let’s misbehave!

If you’d be just so sweet

And only meet

Your fate, dear,

'Twould be the great

Event of nineteen twenty eight,

Dear!

(scat)

Let’s misbehave!

Let’s misbehave!