My Baby Don't Like My Harmonica Poem by Gus BravoRey

My baby's really cool, um, sometimes -
But, she's got this little thing,
She can't find no way to relax -
She don't like the way I sing.

Well, she'd cover me in a second,
Of this there is no doubt.
But, there's one thing my baby don't like,
The one thing I can't do without.

I play it every chance I get
It brings the music to my ears -
But, it only makes her more upset,
And, it's driving me to tears.

My baby don't like my harmonica,
She don't like the way it sound,
She don't like my harmonica,
Baby don't want it around.

I know she knows it ain't that bad,
If she'd only give it half a chance.
It's the best little instrument I've ever had,
But, she won't give it a second glance.

Tried to talk to her at last -
Tried to show her how I feel.
But, she'd have none o' that and
All I can say is, "Thanks a lot, Neil! "

So, I guess I'll have to slink around
And play it on the sly?
Anything not to make my baby frown
Or make her say good-bye!

My baby don't like my harmonica,
She don't like the way it sound,
She don't like my harmonica,
Baby don't want it around.