Either you or any other old lady.
Fresh? Can you beat that now, Sadie?
She’s gone to complain to the floorwalker chap—
It’s all up with me, maybe, but I don’t give a rap.
“As I was just sayin’.”
’Cos Johnny wants me for his own little pet,
And maybe I ain’t lookin’ for marriage just yet!
I can beat it—and quick—to a store on Broadway.
Hear me hand that to him,