My Walking Stick

Without my walking stick i’d go insane
I can’t look my best, I feel undressed
Without my cane

Without my walking stick it may rain
When it pours, can’t be outdoors
Without my cane

If I ever were to be caught
Without my walking stick
Yes, it might be something that you
Could never explain

Oh, the thing that makes me click
On lover’s lane
Would go for naught, if I were caught
Without my cane

Yo da lay-ee yo da lay-ee-ee
Ya da da dee

Yo da lay-ee hee hee hee
Yo da lay-ee hee hee hee ah dee

If I ever were to be caught
Without my walking stick
Yes, it might be something that you
Could never explain

Oh oh oh the thing that makes me click
On lover’s lane
Would go for naught, if I were caught
Without my cane

Would go for naught, if I were caught
Without my cane