I've Got A Bone To Pick With You

Written for: The Great American Broadcast (1941)
Lyric: Mack Gordon
Music: Harry Warren
Year: 1941
Original publisher: Twentieth Century Music Corporation, rights controlled by Leo Feist, Inc.

Verse:

The way that you've been teasin',
I've been plenty burned,
Love is out of season
As far as I'm concerned.
You have brought me sleepless nights
And oh, such lonely days;
If you don't want to lose me,
Better mend your ways.

Chorus 1:

I've got a bone to pick with you,
For the way you always pick on me,
And for acting so indiff'rently;
Now why can't you be sweet,
Do I deserve such treatment?
I've got a bone to pick with you,
For the many meany things you do;
When we're Central Parkin' on a moonlit night,
I pick a bench and then you pick a fight,
Fun is fun but, baby, you know that ain't right,
That's no way to pick on me.

Interlude:

Yes, yes,
Yes, yes;
Oh, you dirty dog.

Chorus 2:

I've got a bone to pick with you,
For the way you always pick on me,
And for acting so indiff'rently;
Now why can't you be sweet,
Do I deserve such treatment?
I've got a bone to pick with you,
For the many meany things you do;
I have tried to please you, but you won't play fair,
Just be careful or you'll get the air,
You'll wind up with nothing but a rockin' chair,
For the way you pick,
Oh, you make me sick,
For the way you're pickin' on me.