Sangtekst: Frank Sinatra. Come Blow Your Horn.

Make like a Mister Milquetoast and you'll get shut out
Make like a Mister Meek and you'll get cut out
Make like a little lamb and wham, you're shorn
I tell ya, chum, it's time to come blow your horn

Make like a Mister Mumbles and you're a zero
Make like a Mister Big, they dig a hero
You've got to sound your A, the day you're born
I tell ya, chum, it's time to come blow your horn

The taller the tree is the sweeter the peach
I'll give you the whole maguilla in a one word speech, reach

Make like the world's your pudding but light the brandy
Even the mildest kiss is a dan, dan, dandy
There'll be no love in bloom come doomsday morn
I tell ya, chum, it's time to come blow your horn