The Hall of It Dearie Blues

The Half of It, Dearie, Blues - Fred Astaire

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 appalling to me

Of course I really cannot blame them a bit

For you're a hit where're 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

But really men would bore me

Oh oh oh