. . . You’d better speak easy to me
A popular song from 1925.
Words by Jack Yellen.
Music by Lew Pollack.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment from a player piano roll:
Lyrics
- Lucy Lee from Tennessee
Went and bought a radio set
She also had as a household pet
The loudest speakin’ Papa I’ve heard yet
He talked tough, acted rough
And he strutted terribly proud
He’d rave and shout out loud
He always sounded like a crowd
One night he bawled her out about her radio
That made Miss Lucy angry
And she told him so, she said:
Chorus
Loud speakin’ Papa
You’d better speak easy to me
Some day you’ll shout and then no doubt
I’m gonna turn your dial and tune you out
I don’t have to listen to your noise and din
There’s plenty other stations I can tune right in
So, loud speakin’ Papa
You’d better speak easy to me (Sh Sh)
You’d better speak easy to me
Patter
You’re list’nin’ now to Station W- I-F-E
You Mamma is announcin’, listen carefully
If you get Mamma angry, sure as you are born
I’m gonna twist your aerial and bust your horn
I don’t like what you’re broadcastin’ any how
Your program’s gettin’ stale, it’s full of static now
You know your Mamma’s got an awful pow’rful set
And there ain’t nothin’ nowhere that I can’t get
I’ve got a strong suspicion that you will not last
You’re wearin’ out your storage batt’ries mighty fast
So, loud speakin’ Papa
You’d better speak easy to me (Pipe down Sailor)
You’d better speak easy to me
- Don’t you think, you hunk o’ ink
You can come and shout in my ear
You may be dragged out of here my dear
Behind a band of music you won’t hear
Had enough of your bluff
Take my tip and muffle that sound
Or else you might be found
Just six feet underneath the ground
I know that you’re surprised to hear me talk this way
But Daddy, I mean ev’ry word of what I say, Listen
Sung here by Laurence Rubenstein.
Video by Vancha March: