Ain't Cha Comin' Out Songtext
von Glenn Miller

Each night at eight
Under her window he′d wait
He would look up and shout

Ain't you comin′ out
My pretty, pretty mama?
Ain't you comin' out tonight?

He never played
Music for his serenade
He′d just look up and shout


Ain′t you comin' out
My pretty, pretty, pretty mama?
Ain′t you comin' out tonight?

He couldn′t strum a guitar
A banjo or mandolin
He couldn't sing tra-la-la
He couldn′t whistle or hum
He'd just come there and shout

Ain't you comin′ out?
Ain′t you comin' out?
Ain′t you comin' out?
Ain′t you comin' out?