krazy kat’s lament

Now how to figger what makes a feller tick?

They’re hot and they’re cold and they’re nothin’ at all.

(Th’ persuasive arts ain’t no match for a brick.)

 

A body can stand herself pretty and slick

But he’ll hem and he’ll haw and harrumph an’ stall

Now how to figger what makes a feller tick?

 

Don’ matter if you yammer, yawp, whine or kick;

He ain’t moved by how much you wail or bawl

(Th’ persuasive arts ain’t no match for a brick.)

 

Wish I had a gris-gris or some other trick

So’s I could hold a certain someone in thrall;

Now how to figger what makes a feller’ tick?

 

Sof’ words and June moons—why, they ain’t worth a lick

If your life is just one big free-for-all

(Th’ persuasive arts ain’t no match for a brick.)

 

Your poor hawt cries a river an’ beats real quick

When love takes you down like a cannonball.

Now how to figger what makes a feller’ tick?

(Th’ persuasive arts ain’t no match for a brick.)