Ella Fitzgerald
Petootie Pie
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