“The Half of It, Dearie” Blues George Gershwin

(Verse 1)
[DICK]
Each time you trill
A song with Will
Or look at Bill
I get a chill
I'm gloomy
I won't recall
The names of all
The men who fall
It's all appall-
Ing to me
Of course, I really cannot blame them a bit
For you're a hit
Wherever you flit
I know it's so
But dearie, oh
You'll never know
The blues that go
Right through me

(Chorus 1)
[DICK]
I've got the "you don't know the half of it, dearie" blues
The trouble is you have so many from whom to choose
If you should marry
Tom, Dick, or Harry
Life would be the bunk
I'd become a monk
I've got the "you don't know the half of it, dearie" blues