The Half of It, Dearie, Blues

[DICK]
Each time you trill a song with Bill
Or look at Will, I get a chill
I'm gloomy
I won't recall the names of all
The men who fall, it's all appall-
Ing to me
Of course, I really cannot blame them a bit
For you're a hit where'er you flit
I know it's so, but dearie, oh
You'll never know the blues that go
Right through me

I've got the You-Don't-Know-the-Half-of-It-Dearie blues
The trouble is you have so many from whom to choose
If you should marry
Tom, Dick, or Harry
Life would be the bunk
I'd become a monk
I've got the You-Don't-Know-the-Half-of-It-Dearie blues

[SHIRLEY]
You dare assert that you were hurt
Each time I'd flirt with Bill or Bert
You brute, you
Well, I'm repaid, I felt betrayed
When any maid whom you surveyed
Would suit you
Compared to you, I've been as good as could be
Yet here you are, lecturing me
You're just a guy who makes me cry
Yet though I try to cut you, I
Salute you

I've got the You-Don't-Know-the-Half-of-It-Dearie blues
Oh, how I wish you'd drop an anchor and end your cruise
You're just a duffer
Who makes me suffer
All the younger set
Says your heart's to let
I've got the You-Don't-Know-the-Half-of-It-Dearie blues

[DICK]
I've got the You-Don't-Know-the-Half-of-It-Dearie blues

[SHIRLEY]
I've got the You-Don't-Know-the-Half-of-It-Dearie blues

[DICK]
The trouble is you have so many from whom to choose

[SHIRLEY]
Oh, how I wish you'd drop an anchor and end your cruise

[DICK & SHIRLEY]
If you should marry (You're just a duffer)
Tom, Dick, or Harry (Who makes me suffer)
Life would be the bunk (All the younger set)
I'd become a monk (Says your heart's to let)

[DICK & SHIRLEY]
I've got the You-Don't-Know-the-Half-of-It-Dearie blues