Lyrics:

(D. Dreyer, A. Jolson, B. Rose) [Recorded October 22, 1962, Los Angeles] Like the wallpaper sticks to the wall Like the seashore clings to the sea Like you'll never get rid of your shadow Frank, you'll never get rid of me Let all the others fight and fuss Whatever happens, we've got us. Me and my shadow We're closer than pages that stick in a book We're closer than ripples that play in a brook Strolling down the avenue Wherever you find him, you'll find me, just look Closer than a miser or the bloodhounds to Liza Me and my shadow We're closer than smog when it clings to L.A. We're closer than Bobby is to J.F.K. Not a soul can bust this team in two We stick together like glue And when it's sleeping time That's when we rise We start to swing Swing to the skies Our clocks don't chime What a surprise They ring-a-ding-ding! Happy New Year! Me and my shadow And now to repeat what I said at the start They'll need a large crowbar to break us apart We're alone but far from blue Before we get finished, we'll make the town roar We'll make all the late spots, and then a few more We'll wind up at Jilly's right after Toot's Shore Life is gonna be we-wow-whee! (here comes the party!) For my shadow and me! Say Frank? What is it, Sam? Do me a favor? What do you want, now? Would you mind taking it, just one more time? From the top? No! From the ending! Wonderful! And while we are swinging, to mention a few We'll drop in at Danny's, The Little Club too But wind up at Jilly's, whatever we do Life is gonna be we-wow-w