"I love jam and no flim-flam
Scratch that off my list
This ain’t no jam, the jam can scram
Baby, c'mon and knock me a kiss"
Older musicians sometimes describe younger musicians who play swing music as 'swing babies.' I was at a club one night and overheard a swing baby discussing her upcoming song set - she confused Louis Jordan first with Louis Armstrong, then with Louis Prima. A baby, indeed.
LYRICS
I like cake and no mistake but baby if you insist
I’ll cut out cake just for your sake
Baby! C’mon and knock me a kiss
I like pie I hope to die just get a load of this
When you get high doggone the pie
Baby cmon, knock me a kiss
When you pressed your lips to mine
Then I understood
They taste like candy, brandy and wine
peaches, bananas and everything fine
I love jam and no flim-flam
Scratch that off my list
This ain’t no jam, the jam can scram
Baby, cmon, knock me a kiss
FEMALE VERSION
I like guys with flashing eyes but baby they won’t be missed
if every day I hear you say
baby, cmon, knock me a kiss
I crave sights most every night but baby, if you should insist
I’ll cancel nights and all the sights
baby...cmon, knock me a kiss
Yes, its wise to compromise in cases such as this
There’s nothing worth the light in your eyes
What can compare with the thrill of your kiss
Boys with toys are tops with me but sweetheart I promise this
Another toy I’ll never see
baby cmon, knock me a kiss
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