The Half of It, Dearie, Blues

Lyrics
[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
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Credits
- Writers
- George Gershwin
- Ira Gershwin