. . . That’s all there is, there ain’t no more
A popular song from 1925.
Words by Billy Rose and Benny Davis.
Music by Ray Henderson.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- I heard a fellow complain
The women don’t treat me right
There are girls who kiss, there are girls who don’t
But the ones I get are the ones who won’t
Oh gee, they give me a pain
I’m getting to hate their sight
‘Cause when I give them a good evening
They give me a “Good-night”
Chorus
I’ve got those “Take ’em to the door
That’s all there is, there ain’t no more” blues
I always take them to shows, I buy them cologne
A pair of silk hose, a taxi back home
But when they say “There ain’t no more”
Brother I could smother Ethel Barrymore
I’ve got those “don’t you hold me tight
Oh call me up some other night” blues
A little hug and a kiss that they’d never miss
They refuse what can they lose?
Some fellows get more with coffee and cake
Then I get with champagne and Porterhouse steak
I’ve got those “Take ’em to the door
That’s all there is, there ain’t no more” blues
- Wrong, wrong, they’re doing me wrong
They’re doing me wrong all right
Once I bought a dress for a girl I knew
And she said “buy one for my mother, too”
Once I was terribly strong
But now I’m an awful sight
If a guy asks “How are your women”
We wind up in a fight
Chorus
I’ve got those “Take ’em to the door
That’s all there is, there ain’t no more” blues
I’ve read a lot of good books, I play the guitar
I’m not bad on looks, accordind to ma
I got good marks in Sunday school
But I’m just a dummy in a vestibule
I’ve got those “don’t you try to squeeze
Oh, what are your intentions, please” blues
A little pinch on the arm, that couldn’t do harm
They refuse they say they bruise
I took a girl home a quarter past three
She said “You are just like a brother to me”
I’ve got those “Take ’em to the door
That’s all there is, there ain’t no more” blues
Sung here by Laurence Rubenstein: