Pick a little, talk a little lyrics
by Hermione Gingold
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little
Cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little
Cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little
Cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more
Professor, her kind of woman doesn't belong on any committee
Of course I shouldn't tell you this but she advocates dirty books
Dirty books?
Chaucer, Rabelais, Balzac
And the worst thing, of course I shouldn't tell you this but I'll tell
The man lived on my street, let me tell Stop! I'll tell
She made brazen overtures to a man who never hat a friend
In his town till she came here
Oh yes
That woman made brazen overtures with a gilt edge guarantee
She had a golden glint in her eye
And a silver voice with a counterfeit ring
Just melt her down and you'll reveal a lump of lead as cold as steel
Here, where a woman's heart should be
He left River City the library building
But he left all the books to her!
Chaucer, Rabelais, Balzac
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little
Cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more
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Cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more
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