Louis Armstrong, Ирвинг Берлин - My Walking Stick

Without my walking stick, I'd go insane
I can't look my best, I feel undressed without my cane
Must have my walking stick 'cause it may rain
When it pours, can't be outdoors without my cane

If I ever left my house without my walking stick
Well, it would be something I 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

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If I ever left my house without my walking stick
Well, it would be something I could never explain
Oh, the thing that makes me click on lovers lane
Would go for naught if I were caught without my cane