Classic Poem

There's a doctor livin' in your town.
There's a lawyer and an Indian, too.
Neither doctor, lawyer, or Indian chief
Could love you any more than I do.
There's a barr'l of fish in the ocean
And a lot of little birds in the blue.
Neither fish nor fowl,
Says the wise old owl,
Could love you any more than I do.
No, no, no, it couldn't be true
That anyone else could love you like I do.

1. I'm gonna warn all the dead-eye dicks
That you're the chick with the slickest tricks,
And ev'ry tick of my ticker ticks
For you, follow through.

2. And confidentially I confess
I sent a note to the local press
That I'll be changin' my home address
For you, follow through.
Tell the “doc” to stick to his practice,
Tell the lawyer to settle his case,
Send the Injun chief and his tommy-hawk
Back to little Rain-in-the-face.
'Cause you know, know, know
It couldn't be true
That anyone else could love you like I do.
There's a do.
No, no, you know, know
That nobody else could love you like I do.