Gus Kahn

My baby don't care for shows
My baby don't care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for cars and races
My baby don't care for high-tone placesLiz Taylor is not his style
And even Lana Turner's smile
Is somethin' he can't see
My baby don't care who knows
My baby just cares for meBaby, my baby don't care for shows
And he don't even care for clothes
He cares for me
My baby don't care
For cars and races
My baby don't care for
He don't care for high-tone placesLiz Taylor is not his style
And even Liberace's smile
Is something he can't see
Is something he can't see
I wonder what's wrong with baby
My baby just cares for
My baby just cares for
My baby just cares for me

Another bride, another June
Another sunny honeymoon
Another season, another reason
For makin' whoopee

A lot of shoes, a lot of rice
The groom is nervous; he answers twice
It's really killin'
That he's so willin' to make whoopee

Picture a little love nest
Down where the roses cling
Picture the same sweet love nest
Think what a year can bring

He's washin' dishes and baby clothes
He's so ambitious he even sews
But don't forget, folks
That's what you get, folks, for makin' whoopee

Another year or maybe less
What's this I hear? Well, you can't confess
She feels neglected, and he's suspected
Of makin' whoopee

She sits alone 'most every night
He doesn't phone her; he doesn't write
He says he's busy, but she says, "Is he?"
He's makin' whoopee

He doesn't make much money
Only five thousand per
Some judge who thinks he's funny
Says, "You'll pay six to her"

He says, "Now, Judge, suppose I fail?"
The judge says, "Budge right into jail"
You'd better keep her; I think it's cheaper
Than makin' whoopee

You'd better keep her
I know it's cheaper
Than makin' whoopee

Love me or leave me and let me be lonely
You won't believe me but I love you only
I'd rather be lonley than happy with somebody elseYou might find the night time the right time for kissing
Night time is my time for just reminiscing
Regretting instead of forgetting with somebody elseThere'll be no one unless that someone is you
I intended to be independently blueI want your love, don't wanna borrow
Have it today to give back tomorrow
Your love is my love
There's no love for nobody elseSay, love me or leave me and let me be lonely
You won't believe me but I love you only
I'd rather be lonley than happy with somebody elseYou might find the night time the right time for kissing
Night time is my time for just reminiscing
Regretting instead of forgetting with somebody elseThere'll be no one unless that someone is you
I intended to be independently blueSay I want your love, don't wanna borrow
Have it today to give back tomorrow
Your love is my love
My love is your love
There's no love for nobody else

My baby don't care for shows
My baby don't care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for cars and races
My baby don't care for high-tone placesLiz Taylor is not his style
And even Lana Turner's smile
Is somethin' he can't see
My baby don't care who knows
My baby just cares for meBaby, my baby don't care for shows
And he don't even care for clothes
He cares for me
My baby don't care
For cars and races
My baby don't care for
He don't care for high-tone placesLiz Taylor is not his style
And even Liberace's smile
Is something he can't see
Is something he can't see
I wonder what's wrong with baby
My baby just cares for
My baby just cares for
My baby just cares for me

I'm tired of the noise and hurly-burly
that fills the city late and early.
I long to hear the music of the used-to-be
that mother nature made for me.

I want to wander where the skies are blue,
where birds are singing all the long day through,
the music that I love to listen to
down on melody farm.

The cowbells tinkle in the early morn.
the bees are buzzin' 'round a field of corn,
to tell me that another song is born
down on melody farm.

The lazy river is drifting along
while daffodils dance on a hill
and while it's drifting it composes a song
to a water lily.

The morning sings the golden melody,
the evening brings the moonlight symphony,
for all the world is wrapped in harmony
down on melody farm.

I'm gonna pack my bag,
I'm gonna clear my brain,
and then I'm gonna buy a one-way ticket
on the fastest choo-choo train.

I'm gonna try to find
a little peace of mind.
I wanna leave the sound of rivets
and the horns of taxis way behind.

I want to run through the fields of the new-mown hay
and at the close of day
let me stray
where I hear the organ playing.
Just a song at twighlight
when the lights are low.
I wanna go,
I wanna go
I wanna be a little country girl in calico.

The morning sings the golden melody,
the evening brings the moonlight symphony,
for all the world is wrapped in harmony
down on melody farm.