My Walking Stick Lyrics - Golden Gate Quartet

Without my walking stick, I'd go insane 

I can't look my best I feel undressed without my cane. 

Must have my walking stick 'cause it may rain 

When it pours can't be outdoors without my cane. 

If I ever left my house without my walking stick 

Well it would be something I could never explain 

Oh the thing that makes me click, on lovers lane 

Would go for naught if I were caught without my cane. 

Be-bop-bop-de-la-dum 

Be-bop-a-da-bum 

Re-bop-be-a 

Rop-a-de-bop 

Rump-a-de-dum 

Ra-da-da-de 

Re-bop-bop-la-da-dum 

Re-bop-be-de-a 

Rop-a-de-bum 

Rop-a-de-bum 

Deet-de-de-a 

Ra-da-da-dum