If a custom tailored vet
Asks me out for something wet
When the vet begins to pet, I cry, "Hooray!"

But I'm always [bad word] to you, Darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always [bad word] to you, Darlin', in my way

I've been asked to have a meal
By a big tycoon in steel
If the meal includes a deal, accept I may

But I'm always [bad word] to you, Darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always [bad word] to you, Darlin', in my way

There's an oil man known as Tex
Who is keen to give me checks
And his checks, I fear, means that Tex is here to stay

But I'm always [bad word] to you, Darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always [bad word] to you, Darlin', in my way

From Ohio, Mister Thorn
Calls me up from night till morn
Mister Thorn once cornered corn and that ain't hay

But I'm always [bad word] to you, Darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always [bad word] to you, Darlin', in my way

From Milwaukee, Mister Fritz
Often dines me at the Ritz
Mister Fritz invented Schlitz and Schlitz must pay

But I'm always [bad word] to you, Darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always [bad word] to you, Darlin', in my way

Mister Harris Plutocrat
Wants to give my cheek a pat
If the Harris pat means a Paris hat, pay, pay

But I'm always [bad word] to you, Darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always [bad word] to you, Darlin', in my way.

(Cole Porter)