My baby’s angry, he’s always so angry
He smiles only when he can give me abuse
What’s the use? What’s the use?

The church bells are busted again
And at cakewalk class, I’m out of sync
I peek at Granddad’s watch and take a drink

A linen being pawned on a eclipse
Pack the swatches in the pony-cart
Before the gate, he squints and is ready to start

My baby’s angry, he's always so angry
At best, he ignores me and don't curse and stare
Despair, oh, despair

He gets pink roses sent by
The other woman now lives upstairs
You think, she thinks he really cares?

Well, I go and retire by nine
He’s in the Kansas City Cabinet today
Pretend I’m asleep, I hear him say

The old hag is sleeping
Now old hag stay sleeping
If you never wake up
It’s heaven as it were widower, widower

My baby’s angry, he’s always so angry
He smiles only when he can give me abuse
What’s th