INSUFFICIENT SWEETIE
Written by Gil Wells & Isham Jones, ©1924
As sung by Cliff Edwards (Ukulele Ike)

Listen to me, Hannah Lee.
I'm speaking confidentially.
I've got something to say to you.
Believe me, mama, every word is true.
I don't mean to use restraint
While I'm makin' this complaint.
It won't take very long
To tell you just what's wrong:

Insufficient sweetie, you haven't got the kind of love for me.
Insufficient sweetie, you're just as insufficient as you can be.
The man I love must be a real world-beater,
With a kiss that kicks like a Colt's repeater.
You may have been fast in days that are gone,
But, mama, papa's gonna put your air-brakes on.
Insufficient sweetie, you're slower than a local train down in Arkansas.
Listen to me while I tell you true
Just what to do:
You ought to go back to the country to the tall, tall grass
And watch the snails and turtles go whizzin' past.
Insufficient sweetie, your sweetie's too sufficient for you.

You claim the day will come when I will hold your hand.
That's when a rabbi'll be the Kleagle of the Ku Klux Klan.