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. Linen being pawned on an eclipse. Pack the swatches in the pony-cart. Before the gate he squints and he's 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?) I go and retire by nine. He's in the Kansas City cabinet today; Pretend I'm asleep and 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 the use? What's the use?