[Bobby Have some pity on an Easterner; Show a little sympathy. No one possibly could be sterner Than you have been with me. There's a job that I'm applying for - Let me put it to you thus: It's a partnership I'm dying for - Mr. and Mrs. Us. Before you file it on the shelf Let me tell you of myself: Oh, I'm the chappie To make you happy; I'll tie your shoes-ies And chase your blues-ies; Oh, lady would you - Oh, telI me, could you use me? [Polly No night Iife for you; The birds would bore you; The cows won't know you; A horse would throw you; You silly man, you, To ask me, "Can you use me?" [Bobby Do you realize what a good man You're getting in me? I'm no Elk or Mason or Woodman Who gets home at three. [Polly Your ties are freakish; Your knees are weakish; Go back to flappers And high-balI lappers. Though you can use me I most certainly can't use you