Ev'rything I've Got (From "By Jupiter") - Eric Dolphy, The Chico Hamilton Quintet

Don’t stamp your foot at me

It’s impolite

To stamp your foot at me

Is not quite right

At man’s ingratitude

A woman winks

But such an attitude just stinks

I have eyes for you to give you dirty looks

I have words that do not come from children’s books

There’s a trick with a knife I’m learning to do

And everything I’ve got belongs to you

I’ve a powerful anesthesia in my fist

And the perfect wrist to give your neck atwist

There are hammerlock holds

I’ve mastered a few

And everything I’ve got belongs to you

Share for share, share alike

You get struck each time I strike

You for me- me for me

I’ll give you plenty of nothing

I’m not yours for better but for worse

And I’ve learned to give the well-known witches' curse

I’ve a terrible tongue, a temper for two

And everything I’ve got belongs to you

Don’t raise your voice at me

That’s very rude

To raise your voice at me

Is rather crude

It’s wrong essentially when woman yells

And confidentially, it smells

I’ll converse with you on politics at length

I’ll protect you with my superhuman strength

If you’re ever attacked I’ll scream and say, «Boo!''

And everything I’ve got belongs to you

I will never stray from home, I’ll just stay put

Cause I’ve got a brand-new thing called athlete' s foot

I’m a victim of colds, anemia, too

And everything I’ve got belongs to you

Off to bed we will creep

Then we’ll sleep and sleep and sleep

Till the birds start to peep

I’ll give you plenty of nothing

I’ll be yours forever and a day

If the first good breeze does not blow me away

You’re enough for one man, that’s why I’ll be true

And everything I’ve got belongs to you

You may have some things that I can’t use at all

When I look at you, your manly gifts are small

I’ve a wonderful way of saying adieu

And everything I’ve got belongs to you

You won’t know how good I am until you try

And you’ll let my well of loneliness run dry

I’ve a marvelous way of telling you no

And everything I’ve got belongs to you

And everything you want belongs to me!

Life has no shape or form

And no design

It isn’t life without

That fool of mine

I used to gad about

With any chap

And now I’m sad about my sap

He’s a living thing that isn’t quite alive

He has brains enough for any child of five

Oh, he isn’t too rich in vigor and vim

But everything I’ve got belongs to him

He’s a naughty brat that can’t be left alone

He has eyes for every skirt except my own

Even under a tree, he grabs for the limb

But everything I’ve got belongs to him

Something beats in his chest

But it’s just a pump at best

I’m for him, he’s for him

He gives me plenty of nothing

When I see that funny face, I know

Something scared his mother twenty years ago

But I’ll never let go, he’ll never be free!

Till everything he’s got belongs to me!

And everything I’ve got belongs to him!

And everything I’ve got belongs to us!