You′ll have to be a little more stand-offish
When fellers offer you a buggy ride
I'll give an imitation of a crawfish
And dig myself a hole where I can hide
I heard how you was kickin′ up some capers
When I was off in Kansas City, Mo
No!
I heard some things you couldn't print in papers
From fellers who been talkin' like they know
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 of tea
The whole thing don't sound very good to me
Well, you see...
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 lots of other things that a gentleman never mentions
Before I give up any more, I wanna know your intentions
With me it's all or nuthin′
Is it all or 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 or leave me be
If you cain′t give me all, give me nuthin'
And nuthin′s what you'll git from me
Not even sump′n?
Nuthin's what you′ll git from me
It cain't be "in between"
Uh-uh!
It cain't be "now and then"
No half and half romance will do
Would you build me a house, all painted white
Cute and clean and purty and bright?
Big enough fer two but not fer three
S′posin′ that we should have a third one?
He better look a lot like me
The spittin' image?
He better look a lot like me
Writer(s): Oscar Hammerstein Ii, Richard Rodgers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
