Now I've loved the girls in my time by the score,
The first of them was Adele,
Then coy little Mabel I learned to adore,
She'd held me awhile in her spell.
I then gave my love to entrancing Irene,
I met her one night at the ball;
And next in my heart Annette was queen,
My life, my love, my all.
Then Francis came along,
And made my life a song,
Till sweet Marie, she smiled on me,
And joined the happy throng.
CHORUS:
I've got to have the girls,
Give me the lovely girls,
The short and the tall,
The large and the small,
Oh, how I love them all!
Keep all your shining gold,
Your diamonds and all your pearls,
You can take them away,
Not a word I will say,
But I've got to have the girls.
Old Omar, he sang of a jug and a book,
And great was the joy that he found,
But each little hour that he spent in a nook,
He'd always have someone around.
I rather suspect when he spoke of a "Thou,"
A sweet little girl's what he meant;
As he used to be, So I am now,
When I'm on pleasure bent.
They've always seemed to be
My one necessity,
I never care if dark or fair,
They all look good to me.