| Have some pity on an Easterner
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| Show a little sympathy
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| No one could possibly be sterner
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| Than you have been with me
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| There’s a job that I’m applying for
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| Let me put it to you thus:
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| It’s a partnership I’m dying for
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| Mr. and Mrs. Us
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| Before you file it on the shelf
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| Let me tell you of myself
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| Oh, I’m the chappie
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| To make you happy
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| I’ll tie your shoeses
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| And chase your blueses
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| Oh lady, would you
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| Oh tell me, could you use me?
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| I’d shake the mat out
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| And put the cat out
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| I’d clean the garret
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| And feed the parrot
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| Oh lady, would you
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| Oh tell me, could you use me?
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| Do you realize what a good man
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| You’re getting in me?
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| I’m no Elk or Mason or Woodman
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| Who gets home at three
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| The girls who see me
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| Grow soft and dreamy
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| But I’m a gander
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| Who won’t philander
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| Oh could you use me?
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| 'Cause I certainly could use you
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| There’s a chap I know in Mexico
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| Who’s as strong as he can be
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| Eating nails and drinking Texaco
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| He is the type for me
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| There is one in California
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| More romantic far than you
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| When he sings «ha cha cha chornia»
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| I often think he’ll do
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| But as for you, sir, I’m afraid
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| You will never make the grade
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| For you’re no cowboy
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| You’re soft, and how, boy
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| I feel no muscle
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| That’s fit for tussle
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| I must refuse you
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| I cannot use you
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| No night life for you
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| The birds would bore you
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| The cows won’t know you
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| A horse would throw you
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| You silly man, you
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| To ask me «Can you use me?»
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| Though at love you may be a wizard
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| I’m wanting to know
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| Could you warm me up in a blizzard
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| Say, forty below
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| Your ties are freakish
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| Your knees look weakish
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| Go back to flappers
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| And highball lappers
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| Though you can use me
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| I most certainly can’t use you
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| (dance break)
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| I’d love to rough it
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| You’d only muff it
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| You’d better track home
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| You’re safer back home
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| Oh lady would you
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| Oh tell me, could you use me?
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| If we’ve no butler
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| I’ll put the cutler
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| Up on the table
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| As well’s I’m able
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| I’d slave as few would
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| If only you could use me
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| You don’t even know how to lasso
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| A bull or a steer
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| When I speak to them in my basso
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| They’ll worry, don’t fear
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| I’ll be no bother
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| I’ll make a father
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| Like no other
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| If you’re the mother
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| Oh could you use me?
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| 'Cause I certainly could use you |