(I’m Wild About Myself)
A song from 1923.
Words and music by Will Mahoney.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by Gerd Westendorp:
Lyrics
1. When people write their songs of love
They write of one another
It’s always sis, or Ma, or Pa
Or sweetheart or of brother
But love songs that they’ve aimed at me
Have all gone on the shelf
I don’t think that is fair
So now I’ll write one of myself
Chorus:
I love me, I love me, I love myself to death
I love me, I love me, till I’m all out of breath
I stop at every slot machine
That I should chance to pass
And give myself a hug and squeeze
As I look in the glass
Oh I love me, I love me, I’m wild about sweet me
I love me, only me, so I’m content you see
I like myself with such delight
I take me right straight home each night
And sleep with me till broad daylight
I’m wild about myself
2. I know a girl who has the boys
Proposing by the dozen
Among her list are rich and poor
And even one lone cousin
But when she talks of love to me
I treat her with disdain
I loudly shout, there’s someone else
And then this wild refrain
Chorus:
I love me, I love me, every place I go
I love me, I love me, and at a movie show
I take myself right by my arm
And push me through the crowd
And listen to myself read me
The titles right out loud
Oh I love me, I love me, I love to squeeze my hand
I love me, I love me, it always feels so grand
With me I get right in my tub
I let myself give me a rub
Oh how I love to feel me scrub
I’m wild about myself
Chorus:
I love me, I love me, I’m wild about myself
I love me, I love me, my picture’s on my shelf
You may not think I look so good
But me thinks I’m just fine
It’s grand when I look in my eyes
And know that I’m all mine
Oh I love me, I love me, and my love doesn’t bore
Day by day in every way I love me more and more
I take me to a quiet place
I put my arm around my waist
If me gets fresh I slap my face
I’m wild about myself
Chorus:
I love me, I love me, my birthday’s once a year
I love me, I love me, and when my birthday’s near
I go with me and buy myself
Some gifts to put away
Then I surprise myself with them
I love me, I love me, I’ll marry me some day
Right away, Saturday, I’ll give me all my pay
With me I like to make a date
To meet myself at half-past eight
If I’m not there I never wait
I’m wild about myself
(additional choruses are on the sheet music)