Oh, My Goodness!

Oh, My Goodness!

When I say it's day
you say it's night
When I say it's black
you say it's white
Tell me
What's wrong with you Baby?

When I say it's left
you say it's right
But when you say it,
you say it for spite
Gee whiz! What is wrong with you?
Why can't I get along with you?

At times I ought to hate you,
You make me feel so blue
But honest I can't hate you
when you smile at me the way you do
Oh, My Goodness!

Sometimes I want to leave you,
You tell such awful lies
But I could never leave you
when I look into those great big eyes
Oh, My Goodness!

I love you do you love me?
Honey if you don't, why don't cha?
Honey, if you won't, why won't cha?
Am I gonna have trouble with you?

I really ought to scold you
You'll have me old and grey
But when it's time to scold you
I hold you in my arms and say
oh my, oh my,
Oh, My Goodness!

Oh, My Goodness from Poor Little Rich Girl
Copyright 1936, Robbins Music Corporation, N.Y.
Words and music by Mack Gordon and Harry Revel