[Gene]
You'll have to be a little more standoffish,
When fellers offer you a buggy ride.
[Gloria]
I'll give a imitation of a crawfish,
And dig myself a hole where I can hide.
[Gene]
I heared how you was kickin' up some capers,
When I was off in Kansas City, Mo.
I heard some things you couldn't print in papers,
>From fellers who been talkin' like they know!
[Gloria]
Foot!
I only did the kind of things I orta, sorta,
To you I was as faithful as c'n be fer me.
Them stories 'bout the way I lost my bloomers - Rumors!
A lot of tempest in a pot o' tea!
[Gene]
The whole thing don't sound very good to me.
[Gloria]
Well, y' see.
[Gene]
I go and sow my last wild oat!
I cut out all shenanigans.
I save my money, don't gamble or drink,
In the back room down at Flannigans!
I give up lotsa other things,
A gentleman never mentions,
But before I give up anymore,
I wanta know your intentions!
With me it's all er nuthin'.
Is it all er nuthin' with you?
It cain't be "in between"
It cain't be "now and then"
No half and half romance will do!
I'm a one woman man, Home lovin' type,
All complete with slippers and pipe.
Take me like I am, er leave me be!
If you cain't give me all, give me nuthin'
And nuthin's whut you'll git from me!
