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