Until the Real Thing Comes Along - Fats Waller & His Rhythm
Written by：Chaplin/Holiner/Kahn/Nichols
I'd work for you
I'd even slave for you
I'd be a beggar or a knave for you
Whatever that is
And if that isn't love it'll have to do
Until the real thing comes along
I'd gladly move the earth for you
To prove my love dear
And it's worth for you
If that isn't love it will have to do
Gotta do
Until the real thing comes along
With all the words dear
At my command
I just can't make you understand
I'll always love you darling
Come what may
My heart is yours
What more can I say
You want me to rob a bank
Well I won't do it
I'd sigh for you yes
I'd even cry for you yes
I'd tear the stars down from the skies for you
If that isn't love
Well skip it it'll have to do
Until the real thing comes along
Listen baby
I'd even sigh for you
I'm 'bout ready to cry for you
I'd tear the stars down from the skies for you
If that isn't love
It'll have to do baby yes
Until the real thing comes along
Here's the real thing
