Petootie Pie - Louis Jordan and his Tympany Five

Petootie Pie, Petootie Pie

You’re my Petootie, sugar fruity, dreamy pie

I crave and cram your special jam

You underrated, solidated superman

And every gal who passes

Just looks and hollers 'ooh'

Like flies caught in molasses

They all get stuck on you

Petootie Pie, Petootie Pie

You’re such a tasty hunk of pastry, me oh my

Gotta light the oven, gonna cook a dish of lovin'

So kiss me, oh my Petootie Pie

You’re my, my, my Petootie Pie

We’ll count to seven

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven

Then steal away to Heaven

Come on darling, let’s go

So kiss me, ah, and kiss me

What, again?

So kiss me, oh my Petootie Pie

You’re my Petootie Pie