TINA: There is-n't a-ny word a girl can use when she is mad.
A man may say most a-ny-thing; it does-n't sound so bad.
A wo-man may be an-gry but by cus-tom she is bound,
To be a per-fect la-dy and she must-n't make a sound. But just let some-thing
hap-pen when there's no-bo-dy a-round:
KID: There's no one makes you tired-er than the man who knows it all.
The things you'd like to call him would-n't list-en well at all.
You buy a bunch of stocks be-cause you think that they are low,
You find you ne-ver knew how ver-y low a stock could go,
Next day your friend comes round and smiles and says I told you so.
CON: Oh! Wil-lie Jones he found a stick of dyn-a-mite one day.
Says he "I'll bore some holes in this and make a flute and play."
He start-ed on his bor-ing with a piece of red- hot wire,
Of course it was an aw-ful chance but Wil-lie took a "flier."
Now this is the se-lec-tion that was ren-dered by the choir: