[BOBBY, sung]
Have some pity on an Easterner
Show a little sympathy
No one could possibly 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

[POLLY]
(laughs derisively)

[BOBBY, sung]
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 shoesies
And chase your bluesies
Oh lady, would you
Oh tell me, could you use me?

[POLLY, sung]
No night life for you
The birds would borе you
The cows won't know you
A horse would throw you
You silly man, you
To ask me "Can you usе me?"
[BOBBY, sung]
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, sung]
Your ties are freakish
Your knees are weakish
Go back to flappers
And highball lappers
Though you can use me
I most certainly can't use you!