That's What I Call Sweet Music in Ruth Etting

Hear that music, isn't it sweet?
Come on, baby, shake your feet

I don't care for operas grand
But when my sweetie says "Hold my hand"
That's what I call sweet music

Classic songs I never would miss
But when my sweetie says "Come on, let's kiss"
That's what I call sweet music
Bah-dah

I know all the little birds, the bees
Up in the trees, sing melodies
But the pretty songs they sing don't mean a thing
When sweetie coos sweet nothing

You may like your rhapsody blue
But when my sweetie says "I love you"
That's what I call
That's what I call sweet music