YOU DON'T LIKE IT—NOT MUCH
Words and music by Ned Miller, Art Kahn and Chester Cohn
New York: Leo. Feist Inc., ©1927.


[First, here are the lyrics as they appear in the sheet music, which can be seen at the State Library of Victoria (Click for a PDF.):]


VERSE 1: Honey baby, you look so happy to me,
And I'm wondering what the reason can be.
Though you hide it somehow,
I can understand now.
What the reason is, it's so easy to see.
You show it—

CHORUS 1: When I hug you and when I squeeze you and when I please you and such,
You don't like it; no, you don't like it, not much.
When I kiss you and when I tell you your lips are thrilling to touch,
You don't like it; no, you don't like it, not much.
When I hold you close in my arms awhile, you love it.
You sigh and then you smile, contented.
When I press you and I caress you and you say "I love you" and such,
You don't like it; no, you don't like it, not much.

VERSE 2: Honey baby, your eyes just sparkle like dew.
There's a secret in them I wish that I knew.
Though they beg me to guess,
There's no need, I confess.
I can tell it by simply looking at you.
You show it—

CHORUS 2: When I hold you, when I enfold you, and when I scold you and such,
You don't like it; no, you don't like it, not much.
When I phone you and say I'm lonely to see you only and such,
You don't like it; no, you don't like it, not much.
When I whisper sweet nothings in your ear, you love it.
You smile and cuddle near, contented.
When I petcha and say, "You betcha, I'm glad I metcha," and such,
You don't like it; no, you don't like it, not much.


[And here are the lyrics as sung by Billy Jones & Ernest Hare (The Happiness Boys) at YouTube:]


VERSE 1: —Billy, Billy, you look so happy to me.
—Thank you! Ernie, Ernie, there's nothing diff'rent, you see.
—Well, what's that smile that you wear?
—Oh, that's always been there.
—Well, you can't fool me, 'cause you're as changed as can be.

CHORUS 1: —Well, I'll tell you: I've been huggin' and I've been squeezin' and kind of teasin' and such.
—Yes, and you don't like it; no, you don't like it, not much.
—I've been kissing and I must tell you, those lips were thrilling to touch.
—Yes, and you don't like it; no, you don't like it, not much.
—Not much. When I hold her up close in my arms awhile, I love it.
—I know now why you smile, contented.
—When I press her and I caress her and I tell her I love her and such,
—Then she don't like it. —No, she don't like it, not much.

VERSE 2: —Now, Billy, Billy, your eyes they sparkle like dew.
—Ernie, Ernie, that shows what loving can do.
—Well, you have sure got it bad.
—Yes, worse than I ever had.
—I can tell it by simply looking at you.

CHORUS 2: —Don't tell me; I know it. When I hold her and I enfold her, I often scold her and such.
—And she don't like it; no, she don't like it, not much.
—Not very much! When I phone her and say I'm lonely to see her only and such—
—And you don't like it; no, you don't like it, not much.
—No, and I call around and when lights are low, I love it.
—Her brother hangs around, all evening.
—I buy him candy and say he's dandy, but I could kill him and such.
—And you don't like it; no, you don't like it, not much.

CHORUS 3: People write us, think they delight us; they boost our singing and such.
And we don't like it; no, we don't like it, not much.
They befriend us; some gifts they send us and often get us in Dutch.
And we don't like it; no, we don't like it, not much.
—Records that we make they say sell real good, so spend it.
—We hear that you can get offended.
We lose patience with our vacations; we go to Europe and such,
And we don't like it; no, we don't like it, not much.
—Not much!
—Too much!


[The Internet Archive has recordings by:
Golden Gate Orchestra
Paul Ash and His Orchestra
Harry Bidgood, with vocal by Ramon Newton
The Boston Syncopators, with vocal by Arthur Fields
Sol S. Wagner and His Orchestra, with vocal by the Brown Sisters

[YouTube has recordings by:
Jan Garber and His Orchestra
The Rhythmic Eight]