Little Black Book

Well, my pretty baby just left me this morninSaid she didn't wanna see me no more Told me not to call her on the telephone And never come a-knockin' on her door Well, I fumed and I fussed, and I might have cried a little My head went a-spinnin' around But with a little bit of luck, and my little black book I'll have another'n before the sun goes down What my baby didn't know was the same thing happened Not once, but a half a dozen times And she didn't realize that with a telephone call I'd have another fickle chicken on the line But every time I leave I do my best to play the part Of the lovesick, heartbroke clown But with a little bit of luck, and my little black book I'll have another'n before the sun goes down Now I haven't got a thing against a pretty little woman Like her walk and her talk and her smile I've been likin' pretty girls since I found they wasn't boys And let me tell ya buddy, that's been quite a while I like the huggin' and the squeezin' and the kissin' and the teasinBut don't you let 'em push me around 'Cause with a little bit of luck, and my little black book I'll have another'n before the sun goes down