A popular song from 1927.
Words by Jack Yellen.
Music by Milton Ager.
Song suggested by Laurence Rubenstein.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- I’m a nervous wreck! What can you expec’
From a fellow with a girlie who will never neck?
She’s a little queen, but she’s very mean
Ev’ry evening in her parlor there’s a battle scene
Chorus
Oh, I want her to be nice and chummy with me
But she don’t wanna! she don’t wanna
I just want her to pet like the others I’ve met
But she don’t wanna! she don’t wanna
Oh, I plead and beg for one little kiss
But that hard-boiled egg, just sits there like this
We could have so much fun, but it takes more than one
And she don’t wanna! she don’t wanna
- I don’t really know why she treats me so
She looks hotsie-totsie but she’s just an Eskimo
Eats expensive meals, likes automobiles
But she’s just a gal who has no use for sex appeals
Chorus
Oh, if she wanted to, Gee, what we couldn’t do
But she don’t wanna! she don’t wanna
I’ve been gentle and mild, but she’s driving me wild
‘Cause she don’t wanna! she don’t wanna
All I want are hugs, now ain’t that a shame?
Say, if I go “bugs” you’ll know who’s to blame
Gee, she looks like she would, And I certainly could
But she don’t wanna! she don’t wanna
Sung here by Fred Feild: