Lyrics

When I see a punk like Wheeler There's just one thing I see If he Why not me? Take a job, for heaven's sake With my papa in his business Please, Hubie In his super cleaning-pressing business You could make your way Be the boss someday Listen, Hubie All a woman wants is that Her man should have a job A job?! Please, turn off the Victrola Stores in Brooklyn and in Queens It's a very healthy business Please, Hubie Opportunity's been knocking But it's ten years by the clock How long can it knock? Listen, Hubie All a woman wants is that Her man is not a slob A slob?! Please turn off the Victrola A woman should egg her man on To bigger things Better things You wouldn't like me caged Punching time every day I'd lose my personality And my dash I should be a piggie with a load of cash 'Cause I'm a dreamer A schemer Take a job, for heaven's sake With my papa in his business Please, Hubie Dreamer, schemer, shmeemer Look around, you'll find out what's the score We're not kids no more Listen, Hubie Be secure, be safe, be sure And settle for a job All I need is an angle An angle, an angle and some timing (Take a job please, Hubie) Timing, timing All I need is an angle An angle, an angle It's the angles and the timing that count Take a job, for heaven's sakes Take a job please, Hubie (I couldn't even get a table for my woman) Pressing, cleaning, it's respectable Hubie (Take a job, for heaven's sake) I love you (Why should I) Take a job or be a slob (take a job, like a slob?) Please take a job (I got style, I got class) Forget about deals and angles (All I need is an angle, an angle, yes) All I need is an angle (Pressing) One thing I can't get through my brain (and cleaning, take a job) If he (take a job, take a job, Hubie) Why not me? 'Cause I'm a dreamer (don't be a dreamer) A schemer Take a job, for heaven's sake (All I need's an angle!) Take a job, for heaven's sake (Timing, timing, timing) Take a job, for heaven's sake (All I need's an angle) Oh really? I'll tell you what you need, Charlie (oh, thanks very much) You need to get someplace on time (for the peace and quiet) Instead of leaving me there stranded (do me a favor, call up your) With all those waiters (father, tell him I) And the girls dance around (said the cleaning) And you come in late, two hours late (and pressing business) As a matter of fact (pshh) You yell and scream (pshh) What kind of a thing is that? (For him! Not for me) Oh, really? (Okay?) Yeah, well, a little shh, shh (while you're on the phone, say) Wouldn't hurt you ("Daddy") It kept us going for a long time ("Hubie said to tell you") Daddy'd love to hear from you ("'Psh! Psh! Psh!'") Please! Turn the Victrola off!
Writer(s): Jule Styne, Betty Comden, Adolph Green Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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