I DON'T CARE TO BE YOUR LADY FRIEND NO MORE
 
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I've gone and lost my little Lou,
The gal I thought was mine,
The sky is black instead of blue,
And the sun don't seem to shine.
I'm a-losing weight and appetite,
My face is dark with care,
In a little furnished room tonight,
There is a vacant chair.
For she says to me,
When she took away ma key;

Chorus: Well I don't care to be your ladyfriend no more,
It's no use for you to come a-hanging 'round my door,
I'm another ******'s baby and I'd like you better maybe,
If you'd go and let them shoot you in the war.
For I don't care to be your lady friend no more,
So good-bye mister ****** push away from de shore,
I can't use no black 'n' tan, for I loves a fast, black man,
And I don't care to be your ladyfriend no more.

There's a hans'mer coon plays in the yard,
My sun of love has set,
She threw me down, so awful hard,
That I ain't stopped bouncing yet,
I was the apple of her eye,
But now I am the core,
I ain't the same sweet thing I used
To be in days of yore,
For she done me wrong,
When she sung to me this way;

Chorus: Well I don't care to be your ladyfriend no more,
It's no use for you to come a-hanging 'round my door,
I'm another ******'s baby and I'd like you better maybe,
If you'd go and let them shoot you in the war.
For I don't care to be your lady friend no more,
So good-bye mister ****** push away from de shore,
I can't use no black 'n' tan, for I loves a fast, black man,
And I don't care to be your ladyfriend no more
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I felt so bad the other night,
I didn't know what to do,
I went and bought a chainless bike
Just to square myself with Lou.
And around to her house I went once more,
And I brought this lovely wheel,
But the han's'mer coon got there before,
With a bran' new automobile.
And I thought I'd die
When I heard ma baby cry;

Chorus: Well I don't care to be your ladyfriend no more,
Get on that wheel and push away from this yere baby's door,
I'm another ******'s steady and I always find him ready,
To buy me anything I ask him for.
So I don't care to be your ladyfriend no more,
Your yaller face has lost the charm it used to wear before,
Some other wench your wheel can grab,
But I'll ride in my horseless cab,
And I don't care to be your ladyfriend no more.

 
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Written and composed by Will D. Cobb & Gus. Edwards - 1899
Performed by May Irwin (1862-1938)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
 
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