Classic Poem

I got a gal
She's got a baker's shop
Her jelly roll is the highest
Thing she's got
Everything's gone higher
Way up higher
It's giving us so much trouble
I wonder: what shall we do?

I walked in her shop this morning
About half past four
I said, You doing all right, baby; go ahead and
Sell some more
'Cause everything's gone higher
Way up higher
It's giving us so much trouble
I wonder: what shall we do?

I know you gonna be bothered
With beggars and bums
But don't worry baby: just don't
Give 'way a crumb
'Cause everything's gone higher
Way up higher
It's giving us so much trouble
I wonder: what shall we do?

I'm laying here baby
Lonesome as I can be
If you have any trouble
Just contact me
'Cause everything's gone higher
Way up higher
It's giving us so much trouble
I wonder: what shall we do?