VERSE:
Well, my luck is bad—
Worst that I’ve had—
Seems to me I’m workin’ awful hard.
Nothing I do
Makes me a sou;
I’ve been losin’ money by the yard.
I went out to tell
My Isabelle
That I was broke, and didn’t have a red.
When I told her that,
She got my hat,
Showed me to the door, and then she said:
CHORUS:
“If you don’t have any money, don’t you bother comin’ out.
How you went broke is a story I don’t want to hear about.
Now, if you’re gonna call me your honey-bee,
You had better have some do-re-mi;
That’s what you can’t ever call on your baby without.
And if you don’t have any money, don’t you bother comin’ ‘round.
Because—honey!—you ain’t the only poodle in the pound.
Now, you’re gonna be welcome, I hope to shout—
Just bring lots of money and spread it about;
But if you don’t have any money, don’t you bother comin’ out.”
VERSE:
Well, I’m workin’ again;
I got me a ten;
I took it to the races at the track.
I had a sure thing;
I started to sing,
“This is where I get my money back!”
I sat down and wrote
My gal a note—
Said I’d be there, at seven on the dot.
But I lost my bet—
Horse runnin’ yet—
Listen to the answer that I got:
CHORUS:
"If you don’t have any money, don’t you bother comin’ by.
I don’t want to go, if I’ve got pay the waiter on the sly.
Now, If you’re gonna send me those sweet bouquets,
Put a few greenbacks in the vase—
That kind of love makes me sit right down and cry.
And if you don’t have any money, don’t you bother comin’ through.
‘Cause—honey!—you ain’t the only monkey in the zoo.
You say that you love me and hope to die;
Just remember what it takes to satisfy.
And if you don’t have any money, don’t you bother—don’t you bother comin’ by.
Bye-bye!"
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Lyrics submitted by Keith Peterson.
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