IN A MINUTE.
Copyright, 1894, by Henry J. Wehman.
Written and sung by Jas. McAvoy.
I've always had a steady gait until a week ago,
What makes me quicker in my pace I'm going to let you know;
There's lot's of time for everything, whatever we may do,
And if you are not busy I'll explain it all to you.
In a minute, in a minute, I'll explain it while your waiting,
list'ning to me while relating, in a minute, in a minute,
It will only take a minute for to tell you what I mean.
This byword strikes me forcibly a thousand times a day,
Should you call upon a friend when in a hurry, we will say,
He drops whatever he is at before he stops to think,
Should you understand him rightly if you ask him for to drink:
It's in a minute, in a minute, not a minute, but a second,
He does not wait to reason, in a minute, in a minute,
The beer it might get flat before a minute.
A pretty girl might pass a crowd of nasty, horrid men,
You wait awhile, that pretty girl will pass right back again;
"She's out of sight, a beauty bright," is whispered in the crowd,
And while in hearing distance some one hollers out quite loud:
In a minute, in a minute, In a minute to surrender,
Some fellow walks behind in a minute, in a minute;
If he's any good she'll know it in a minute.
The girls are just as desperate, that is when they get a chance,
She can always catch a fellow with her pretty, girlish glance;
She might be older than she looks, though made up gay and slick,
If she's away up in the thirties, that's you are to shake her quick.
Well, In a minute, In a minute, just tell her you are sorry,
But you're In an awful hurry, In a minute, in a minute,
Say good night And keep her guessing for a minute.