Shiny Stockings (Jon Hendricks/ Frank Foster) I walk with my baby And I know in nothing flat She's got something mellow Lots of fellows whistle at When we go for a walk I know soon as we're out With no shadow of doubt She's got lots to be proud of. I'm hip, I'm lucky to have Someone so endowed; A girl half as lovely would made Lots of fellows proud I love all of her charms But one's really a ball: I love those shiny stockings most of all She's fine: yes, my baby is fine. And she's all mine. What a lucky guy am I? I'm prouder than can be. That she only digs me 'Cause anyone can see. She's a real sensation. Year, one thing certain I know, I love her so. And I'll never let her go. I'm crazy 'bout her charms, But one is a really ball: I love those shiny stocking best of all. Then shiny stockings, Just looking thrills me, That sight fulfills me. My girl stays in fashion, But she'll really arouse my passion, When she wears those shiny stockings she wears. Then shiny stockings: Just digging gets me, That sight upsets me, Make no bones about them I'm no good without them, Cause I love those shiny stockings, yes, I do. Yes, I love those shiny stockings really, I do. Yes, I do; truly I do---Year!