Transcribed from vocals by Edna Hicks, 1/24;
From Edna
Hicks, Hazel Meyers, Laura Smith: Complete Recorded Works in Chronological
Order, vol.2: 1923-1927; Document Records, DOCD-5432
Everyday this week you ask me what
I need,
You promise and you promise but
you don't show anything;
Now listen once for all,
For this is my last call.
If you don't give me what I want
I'm gonna get it somewhere else;
Pickles to pickles and dills to
dills,
If you don't give me, someone will.
You may refuse to give me chops,
But I know other butcher shops,
So, if you don't give me what I
want
I'm gonna get it somewhere else!
If you don't give me what I want
I'm gonna get it somewhere else;
It's ashes to ashes and dust to
dust,
If you don't give me, someone must!
I'm just a gal what's full of youth,
That's why I'm going to tell the
truth.
Cause, if you don't give me what
I want
I'm gonna get it somewhere else!
You're worse than that, old, loose
and green,
You have no banana all this week;
So, if you don't give me what I
want
I'm gonna get it somewhere else!
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