[Bobby]
Have some pity on an Easterner;
Show a little sympathy.
No one possibly could be sterner
Than you have been with me.
There's a job that I'm applying for -
Let me put it to you thus:
It's a partnership I'm dying for -
Mr. and Mrs. Us.
Before you file it on the shelf
Let me tell you of myself:
Oh, I'm the chappie
To make you happy;
I'll tie your shoes-ies
And chase your blues-ies;
Oh, lady would you -
Oh, telI me, could you use me?
[Polly]
No night Iife for you;
The birds would bore you;
The cows won't know you;
A horse would throw you;
You silly man, you,
To ask me, "Can you use me?"
[Bobby]
Do you realize what a good man
You're getting in me?
I'm no Elk or Mason or Woodman
Who gets home at three.
[Polly]
Your ties are freakish;
Your knees are weakish;
Go back to flappers
And high-balI lappers.
Though you can use me
I most certainly can't use you
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