The Little Black Book

Well, my pretty baby just left me this mornin'

Said she didn't wanna see me no more

Told me not to call her on the telephone

And never come a-knockin' on her door

Well, I fumed and I fussed, and I might have cried a little

My head went a-spinnin' around

But with a little bit of luck, and my little black book

I'll have another'n before the sun goes down

What my baby didn't know was the same thing happened

Not once, but a half a dozen times

And she didn't realize that with a telephone call

I'd have another fickle chicken on the line

But every time I leave I do my best to play the part

Of the lovesick, heartbroke clown

But with a little bit of luck, and my little black book

I'll have another'n before the sun goes down

Now I haven't got a thing against a pretty little woman

Like her walk and her talk and her smile

I've been likin' pretty girls since I found they wasn't boys

And let me tell ya buddy, that's been quite a while

I like the huggin' and the squeezin' and the kissin' and the teasin'

But don't you let 'em push me around

'Cause with a little bit of luck, and my little black book

I'll have another'n before the sun goes down