The Old Hag Is Sleeping

My Baby's angry. He's always so angry;
 He smiles only when he can give me abuse.
 What's the use. What's the use?
 The church bells are busted again.
 And at cakewalk class I'm out of sync.
 I peek at granddad's watch and take a drink.
 Linen being pawned on an eclipse.
 Pack the swatches in the pony-cart.
 Before the gate he squints and he's ready to start.
 My baby's angry--he's always so angry.
 At best he ignores me and don't curse and stare.
 Despair, oh despair!
 He gets pink roses sent by:
 The Other Woman now lives upstairs
 (You think she thinks he really cares?)
 I go and retire by nine.
 He's in the Kansas City cabinet today;
 Pretend I'm asleep and I hear him say:
 The Old Hag is sleeping!
 Now Old Hag, stay sleeping:
 If you never wake up, it's heaven (as it were):
 Widower! Widower!
 My Baby's angry, he's always so angry.
 He smiles only when he can give me abuse.
 What's the use? What's the use?