Hermione Gingold & The Biddys — Pick a Little-Talk a Little: Goodnight Ladies lyrics

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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 !
No! I’ll tell
She made brazen overtures to a man who never had a friend
In this town 'till she came here
Oh yes
That woman made brazen overtures with a gilt-edged 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
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 cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep
Cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep
Cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little
Pick a little, talk a little, cheep!