XI.
THE Johnny’s went away that got so brash;I let his blamed old satchel fall and smashWhen him and me was goin’ out the door;His razor and his brush rolled on the floor,Mixed with his nightshirt and some other trash.He’d just smiled back at her and raised his lid;I’d hate to get let down the way he did:She laughed, and all the rest let out a whoop—I never seen a guy so mad before;He got his things together with a swoop—I guess he’ll never be our guest no more.I s’pose I lost a tip, but I don’t care,I’d rather have the chance fer gettin’ square;What good is havin’ money, anyway,If havin’ it don’t keep you feelin’ gayNor make you push your chest out in the air?I snuck away, out by the barber shop,And laughed so hard I couldn’t seem to stop:Mike says that every laugh you ever laughIs something that you’re richer fer, and soI gained about eight dollars and a half—They called me down and nearly bounced me, though.
THE Johnny’s went away that got so brash;I let his blamed old satchel fall and smashWhen him and me was goin’ out the door;His razor and his brush rolled on the floor,Mixed with his nightshirt and some other trash.He’d just smiled back at her and raised his lid;I’d hate to get let down the way he did:She laughed, and all the rest let out a whoop—I never seen a guy so mad before;He got his things together with a swoop—I guess he’ll never be our guest no more.I s’pose I lost a tip, but I don’t care,I’d rather have the chance fer gettin’ square;What good is havin’ money, anyway,If havin’ it don’t keep you feelin’ gayNor make you push your chest out in the air?I snuck away, out by the barber shop,And laughed so hard I couldn’t seem to stop:Mike says that every laugh you ever laughIs something that you’re richer fer, and soI gained about eight dollars and a half—They called me down and nearly bounced me, though.
THE Johnny’s went away that got so brash;I let his blamed old satchel fall and smashWhen him and me was goin’ out the door;His razor and his brush rolled on the floor,Mixed with his nightshirt and some other trash.He’d just smiled back at her and raised his lid;I’d hate to get let down the way he did:She laughed, and all the rest let out a whoop—I never seen a guy so mad before;He got his things together with a swoop—I guess he’ll never be our guest no more.
THE Johnny’s went away that got so brash;
I let his blamed old satchel fall and smash
When him and me was goin’ out the door;
His razor and his brush rolled on the floor,
Mixed with his nightshirt and some other trash.
He’d just smiled back at her and raised his lid;
I’d hate to get let down the way he did:
She laughed, and all the rest let out a whoop—
I never seen a guy so mad before;
He got his things together with a swoop—
I guess he’ll never be our guest no more.
I s’pose I lost a tip, but I don’t care,I’d rather have the chance fer gettin’ square;What good is havin’ money, anyway,If havin’ it don’t keep you feelin’ gayNor make you push your chest out in the air?I snuck away, out by the barber shop,And laughed so hard I couldn’t seem to stop:Mike says that every laugh you ever laughIs something that you’re richer fer, and soI gained about eight dollars and a half—They called me down and nearly bounced me, though.
I s’pose I lost a tip, but I don’t care,
I’d rather have the chance fer gettin’ square;
What good is havin’ money, anyway,
If havin’ it don’t keep you feelin’ gay
Nor make you push your chest out in the air?
I snuck away, out by the barber shop,
And laughed so hard I couldn’t seem to stop:
Mike says that every laugh you ever laugh
Is something that you’re richer fer, and so
I gained about eight dollars and a half—
They called me down and nearly bounced me, though.