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?