Don’t Take Advantage

(Of my good nature)
The great automobile song of 1919.
Words by Howard E. Rogers.
Music by James V. Monaco.


The sheet music:


Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:


Lyrics

  1. Daisy was just crazy ’bout automobiles
    She’d miss all her meals to ride in a car
    The boys would take her riding and then
    They’d bring her home, but never again
    Daisy wasn’t crazy, she might have looked shy
    But she was no fool, never fear
    Whenever she’d go out in someone’s runabout
    She’d always say, “Now listen, dear”

Chorus
You can hold my hand, yes and understand
You can drive me anywhere and I won’t care
I’ll sit close to you, let you squeeze me, too
Because I’m always willing
For anything that’s thrilling
You can steal a kiss, one I’ll never miss
I may even give you two or three or four
But don’t take advantage of my good nature
‘Cause I got out and walked before

  1. Daisy wasn’t lazy but her one delight
    Was riding each night in some fellow’s car
    She’d flirt, he’d stop, then she’d get aboard
    She’d even flirt to ride in a Ford
    Daisy learned her lesson, ’cause many a time
    She had to walk many a mile
    So, when she’d sit beside some fellow for a ride
    She’d always warn him with a smile

(Extra choruses from Columbia 78rpm record sung by Fred Whitehouse)

Chorus
You can hold me tight, that will be alright,
Just as long as you keep one hand on the wheel.
If you’re a real nice chap, I’ll sit on your lap.
But far away from glances, I don’t mind taking chances.
You can go quite far– I mean with your car.
You needn’t bring me home ‘til 3 or 4.
But please don’t take advantage of my good nature,
‘Cause my poor feet are awfully sore.

Chorus
You can drive me fast; I’ll stick to the last.
You can even hit a tree and I won’t care.
Drive me through the park, I don’t mind the dark.
It never makes me frantic. A park makes me romantic.
You can tell me lies, rave about my eyes.
You can hug me ‘til we get back to my door.
But please don’t take advantage of my good nature.
‘Cause that would make my hubby sore!


Sung here by Laurence Rubenstein: