A popular song from 1929. Words by Jack Meskill and Al. Hoffman. Music by Pete Wendling.
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I don’t care for operas grand
But when my sweetie says, “hold my hand”
That’s what I call sweet music
Classic songs I never will miss
But when my sweetie says, “come, let’s kiss”
That’s what I call sweet music
I know that all the little birds
The bees, up in the trees sing melodies
But the pretty songs they sing
Don’t mean a thing
When sweetie croons “sweet nothings”
You may like your rapsodies blue
But when my sweetie says, “I love you”
That’s what I call sweet music
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I’m not much on nursery rhymes
But when my sweetie talks, wedding chimes
That’s what I call sweet music
I don’t care ’bout singing the blues
But when my sweetie says, “yes, I doos”
That’s what I call sweet music
Believe me in a little nest
Away from all the rest
We’ll sing love’s song
Whether it is glad or sad we won’t be mad
You’ll find us harmonizing
Married life may not be all joy
But when the doctor says, “It’s a boy”
That’s what I call sweet music
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You may like the song of the lark
But when my sweetie says, “come let’s park”
That’s what I call sweet music
Mammy songs sound good to the ear
But when my sweeties says, “daddy dear”
That’s what I call sweet music
No foolin’ when I hear a band
Oh boy, I clap my hand, it sounds so grand
But the best of all, that tune that makes me fall
Is sweetie’s “howdy dow dow”
Bye bye baby songs are all right
But when my sweetie says, “nighty night”
That’s what I call sweet music