Skiddoo
HE wants me to give up my stage career
And go to school somewhere a year or two,
And learn to cut out slang, and "parley voo!"
Ain't he the limit? Nix for me! No beer,
No bubbly--water daily prayers!--I fear
I'll have to give him up and say skiddoo;
It can't be that he really loves me true,
Or else he'd take me as he found me here.
If I'd go 'way till people all forgot
I'd ever been an artiste, when he came
To take me out and marry me there's not
A paper that would hardly print my name--
Unless he took me fresh from off the stage
My picture wouldn't be on no front page.
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