A popular song from 1926.
Words by Jack Yellen.
Music by Milton Ager.
Song suggested by Laurence Rubenstein.
The sheet music :
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- “I’m through with the weaker sex
I hate any girl who necks”
So said Cholly Foy, college boy, flapper’s joy
“The door to my heart is shut
No more will I lost my nut
Over pretty girls, dumb or witty girls
I hate women, BUT
Chorus
Could I care for that baby there
With the dimples and fluffy hair?
Could I? I certainly could
Could I show her a dandy time
In that little old bus of mine?
Could I? I certainly could
What lovin’ wouldn’t I get? wouldn’t I get?
Hot oven, couldn’t she pet! couldn’t she pet!
Could I kiss her and make her sigh?
“Chesterfield! how you satisfy”
Could I? I certainly could
- Dog-gone! nearly weakened then
Hold on! nearly fell again
Woman, on your way, go, I say, you can’t stay
Did you see her disappear?
I’m thru, brother, I’m sincere
Finished with them all
No more will I fall
O, boy! Look what’s here
Chorus
Could I care for those lovin’ charms?
Could I cuddle her in my arms?
Could I? I certainly could
Could I take her out in the park
Teach her how to kiss in the dark?
Could I? I certainly could
What lovin’ wouldn’t I get? wouldn’t I get?
Hot oven, couldn’t she pet! couldn’t she pet!
Could I give her a thrill or two?
I’m not asking, I’m telling you
Could I? I certainly could
Sung here by Fred Feild: