Ain't Cha Comin' Out - Glenn Miller & His Orchestra

Each night at eight

Under her window he’d wait

He would look up &shout,

«Ain't cha comin' out coming out my pretty pretty mammo

Ain’t cha coming out tonight?»

He never played music for his serenade

He’d just look up &shout,

«Ain't cha comin' out coming out my pretty pretty mammo

Ain’t cha coming out tonight?»

He couldn’t strum a guitar

A banjo or mandolin

He couldn’t sing tralalala

He couldn’t whistle or hum

He’d just come there &shout,

«Ain't cha coming out, ain’t cha coming out, ain’t cha coming out?»