Well, my pretty baby just left me this mornin' Said she didn't wanna see me no more Told me not to call her on the telephone And never come a-knockin' on her door Well, I fumed and I fussed, and I might have cried a little My head went a-spinnin' around But with a little bit of luck, and my little black book I'll have another'n before the sun goes down What my baby didn't know was the same thing happened Not once, but a half a dozen times And she didn't realize that with a telephone call I'd have another fickle chicken on the line But every time I leave I do my best to play the part Of the lovesick, heartbroke clown But with a little bit of luck, and my little black book I'll have another'n before the sun goes down Now I haven't got a thing against a pretty little woman Like her walk and her talk and her smile I've been likin' pretty girls since I found they wasn't boys And let me tell ya buddy, that's been quite a while I like the huggin' and the squeezin' and the kissin' and the teasin' But don't you let 'em push me around 'Cause with a little bit of luck, and my little black book I'll have another'n before the sun goes down Now that little girl's out a-tellin' everybody How she made a big fool out of me But while I'm out tonight a-rompin' and a-stompin' She'll be watchin' Dr. Casey on TV So girls, let me tell ya, better do a little thinkin' 'Fore you tell your lovin' man to leave town 'Cause with a little bit of luck, and a little black book He'll get another'n before the sun goes down 'Cause with a little bit of luck, and a little black book He'll get another'n before the sun goes down