COPPIN' A PLEA

as rec by Anita O'Day w Gene Krupa & his Orch  
Oct 14th 1941 Hollywood


You sure solid sent me for vfair
When you done me so righteously;
You're looking at
A beat-up cat
Who's coppin' a plea for a he!

Turns out that I'm just a square,
An ick with the old one-two-three;
My one stale dream
Is off the beam,
I'm coppin' a plea for a he!

I'm just a chick who's sick in the ticker,
He's got me up on a shelf;
I stay at home, rockin' my wicker,
Bustin' a hole in myself!

If he'd only colour my jive,
I wouldn't be just half alive!
I'm like the bear,
I'm nowhere!
He's givin' the fuller to me,
I'm coppin' a plea for a he!

Each time we kiss I'm wrung through the wringer,
Brother, that boy's a king!
I hope some day to give him the finger,
I mean the one for the ring!

The truth is I'm only a sap
Who's snapping her cap for a chap;
He's F-H-A
In every way,
He's solid murder to me!
I'm coppin' a plea for a he!
I'm coppin' a plea for a he!





(Contributed by Peter Akers - August 2010)