My Walking Stick

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
 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.