Go to courtin’ o’ de phone.
Drives erway de shaddahs,
Makes yo’ quit yo’ fret an’ stew,
Fills yo’ soul wid sunshine,
Opens up yo’ hea’t ernew.
Jingahling! jingahling!
Dis yo’, Liza Jane?
“Yes, dis am yo’ honey,”
Cums de sweet an’ sof’en ’frain.
Den yo’ go to pohin’