The Music Man - Pick a Little, Talk a Little

Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little
Cheep, cheep, cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little
Cheep, cheep, cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more

Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little
Cheep, cheep, cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more
Professor, her kind of woman doesn't belong on any committee
Of course I shouldn't tell you this but she advocates dirty books

Dirty books?
Chaucer, Rabelais, Balzac

And the worst thing, of course I shouldn't tell you this but I'll tell
The man lived on my street, let me tell, stop, I'll tell
She made brazen overtures to a man who never had a friend
In this town till she came here

Oh, yes
That woman made brazen overtures with a gilt edge guarantee
She had a golden glint in her eye

And a silver voice with a counterfeit ring
Just melt her down and you'll reveal a lump of lead as cold as steel
Here, where a woman's heart should be

He left River City, the library building
But he left all the books to her
Chaucer, Rabelais, Balzac

Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little
Cheep, cheep, cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little
Cheep, cheep, cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more

Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little
Cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep
Cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep
Cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep
Pick a little, talk a little, cheep