A popular song from 1928.
Words by Jack Yellen.
Music by Milton Ager.
Sheet music provided by Laurence Rubenstein:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Hey! Hey! Hey! Look this way
All of you weaker sex
There you see what made me
One of those nervous wrecks
He talks to me so gruffly
Acts as cold as ice
Treats me very roughly
But ain’t he nice?
Chorus
Can you picture me all alone with that?
The two of us in a little flat?
Mm-mm-mm It’s a pleasure
On a rainy day when it’s raining hard
He don’t know how to play a card
Mm-mm-mm It’s a pleasure
He’s got eyes that speak
And they fairly shrick: “I certainly could!”
He’s my only joy But what a bad boy
When he’s bad, gee, he’s so good
When his lips meet mine I go off my nut
And it ain’t nobody’s bus’ness, but
Mm-mm-mm It’s a pleasure
- When you speak of the sheik
Look at him – there he is
Now tell me, honestly
Isn’t that man “exquis?”
He’s kind of oriental
Likes to treat ’em rough
When he’s sentimental
Gee, he’s sweet stuff
Sung here by Fred Feild: