Lyrics: Come Blow Your Horn
Album: Lucky Numbers
Artist: Frank Sinatra
 

Writer(s): cahn/van heusen

Make like a mister milquetoast – and you’ll get shutout
Make like a mister meek – and you’ll get cut out
Make like a little lamb – and wham you’re shorn
I tell you 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 you chum – it’s time to come – blow your horn

The taller the tree is – the sweeter the peach
I’ll give you the whole magilla – 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 you chum – it’s time to come – blow your horn

In civilized jungles – females adore
The lions who come on swinging – if you want to score – roar

You can be either read to – or be the reader
You can be either lead – or be the leader
Don’t wait until you’re told – you’re old and worn

Take in some air – and get your lips puckered
Before you find – you’re simply too tuckered

I tell you chum – it’s time to come – blow your horn