A: Duet with orchestra [directed by Nat Shilkret]
Recorded June 27, 1927, New York, NY, mx: BVE-39297-3
B: Duet with violin, guitar and piano
Recorded June 22, 1927, New York, NY, mx: BVE-39285-2
Talking Machine World, Sep 1927, p. 145: "List for September 2"
Transcribed [by Jim Dixon] from the recording at YouTube:
I'M GONNA DANCE WIT DE GUY WOT BRUNG ME (THE GUM CHEWER'S SONG)
Words, Walter O'Keefe; music, Harry Archer, 1927.
As performed by Aileen Stanley & Billy Murray. [Female voice in italics.]
[Semi-sung, recited to music:]
Well, here I am at the Palais de Danse [pronounced "palace de dance"]
To trip the light fantastic.
Mmm! A swell Jane, all alone too,
Chewin' a hunk o' plastic.
She looks like de class all right,
So I'll have to be polite.
Hello there, babe! Would you give us a dance? Ooh! You work so fast, you stung me.
I'll pop me gum and then, old kid,
I'm gonna dance with the guy what brung me. Hey! You got a noive to speak to me.
You don't look like no sheik to me.
I'd like to know who sent for you,
And what's more, you're no gentleman.
I'm very strict with etiquette. [pronounced "etty-kwett"] Some things I don't allow boys.
I know all me P's and Q's.
Oh, I bet you're just a drugstore cowboy. Not me. I ain't no false alarm.
Lay off the gab and grab me arm. Oh, go take the air. Say, can't you see,
I'm gonna dance with the guy what brung me.
[Music stops. Sound of chewing.]
You're certainly hittin' on all four with that gum o' yours. You ain't missed a snap. No? Well you know, they calls me Toitle. [Turtle]
Huh! I'll say you're snappy.
Is my face red at the things what you said?
Some lingo you threw at me! Yeah? I ain't a bad guy. By the looks of your eye,
You're tryin' to high-hat me. You think so? Why should you get sore?
I could be polite some more.
Ah, say, old gal, let's do our stuff.
I'll forget the words what stung me. Ah, say no more. Me mind's made up.
I'm gonna dance with the guy what brung me.
You think you're quite a lady's man,
Like Don Ju-ann or Dapper Dan.
But say, that face of yours is an awful tan,
And I still say you're no gentleman. Is that so? Yes, if you'll just look across the hall,
There's one girl over there who's the berries. Where? The one who's got that orange hat with all them purple cherries. Yeah? You see? No me. It can't be done.
That dame will dance with anyone. Ha-ha-ha! Well, I came with Jim and I'm gonna be with him.
I'm gonna dance with the guy what brung me.
[Music begins again.]
Ah, clam yourself and change your mind.
Take back the looks you flung me. Don't bother me. Say where's me gum?
Gonna dance with the guy what brung me. We ain't been introduced at all
And they got a rule here in this here hall
To save us girls a nasty fall.
And say, I'd still say you're no gentleman.
Come on now, kid. Let's have a dance.
Now why can't you be pleasin'? All right I'll weaken. I'll give in,
But remember, easy on the squeezin'.
Let's keep on dancin' down the aisle.
We can dodge me boyfriend for a while. Get off me foot. Gee, what a klutz!
Go on and dance with the guy what brung you! I knowed he was no gentleman!
[Music stops.]