Well, my pretty baby just left me this mornin'   Said she didn't wanna see me no more   Told me not to call her on the telephone   And never come a-knockin' on her door   Well, I fumed and I fussed, and I might have cried a little   My head went a-spinnin' around   But with a little bit of luck, and my little black book   I'll have another'n before the sun goes down      What my baby didn't know was the same thing happened   Not once, but a half a dozen times   And she didn't realize that with a telephone call   I'd have another fickle chicken on the line   But every time I leave I do my best to play the part   Of the lovesick, heartbroke clown   But with a little bit of luck, and my little black book   I'll have another'n before the sun goes down      Now I haven't got a thing against a pretty little woman   Like her walk and her talk and her smile   I've been likin' pretty girls since I found they wasn't boys   And let me tell ya buddy, that's been quite a while   I like the huggin' and the squeezin' and the kissin' and the teasin'   But don't you let 'em push me around   'Cause with a little bit of luck, and my little black book   I'll have another'n before the sun goes down      Now that little girl's out a-tellin' everybody   How she made a big fool out of me   But while I'm out tonight a-rompin' and a-stompin'   She'll be watchin' Dr. Casey on TV   So girls, let me tell ya, better do a little thinkin'   'Fore you tell your lovin' man to leave town   'Cause with a little bit of luck, and a little black book   He'll get another'n before the sun goes down      'Cause with a little bit of luck, and a little black book   He'll get another'n before the sun goes down