She’s a bit old timey
But that’s all right with me
She wears a dress of velvet
That hangs below her knees, her knees
She’s a bit old fashioned
As all the world can see
The cameo she wears upon her bosom
Puts me in ecstasy, ecstasy
Yeah, she’s her own grandmother
That’s what they’re telling me
But my old timey baby is swell
Enough for me, you see
She plays her old Victrola
The lamp is low, kerosene you know
We lie upon her bed
The patchwork quilt beneath her head
Or while her wheel is spinning-
She sews some lace or we embrace
Or when we go out strolling
The world can plainly see
That my old timey baby is swell enough…
She’s young enough…
She’s hip enough for me!