Lyrics Piano Lesson / If You Don't Mind My Saying So - Shirley Jones feat. Pert Kelton

Mama, a man with a suitcase followed me home.
Oh?
I never saw him before...
Did he say anything?
He tried.
Did YOU say anything?
Of COURSE not, Mama!
Now, don't dawdle, Amaryllis.
Sol, Do, La, Re, Ti, Mi
A little slower, and try to keep
The fingers curved nice and high as you possibly can.
Don't get faster, Dear.
If you don't mind my sayin' so:
It wouldn't have hurt you to find out what the gentleman wanted.
I KNOW what the gentleman wanted.
What, dear?
You'll find it in BALZAK.
Excuse me for livin' but I never read it.
Neither has anyone else in this town
There you go again
With the same old comment
About the low mentality of River City people
And takin' it all too much to heart
Now Mama, as long as the
River City Public Library was entrusted to me
With the purpose of improving River City's cultural level
I can't hide my concern that the ladies of River City
Keep ignoring all my council and advice.
But darlin,'
When a woman has a husband and you've got none
Why should she take advice from you?
Even if you can quote Balzak and Shakespeare
And all them other high-faluttin' Greeks.
Mama, if you don't mind my saying so
You have a bad habbit of changing every subject
No, I haven't changed the subject,
I was talkin' 'bout that stranger...
What stranger?...
With the suitcase!
Who may be your very last chance.
Mama! Do you think that I'd allow a common masher,
Now, really Mama!
I have my standards where men are concerned,
And I have no intention...
I know all about your standards
And if you don't mind my sayin' so
There's not a man alive
Who could hope to measure up to that blend'a
Paul Bunyan, Saint Pat and Noah Webster
You've got concocted for yourself
Outta your Irish imagination,
Your Iowa stubbornness,
And your liberry fulla' books!