YOU CAN'T GET ALONG WITH 'EM OR WITHOUT 'EM (YOU GOT TO HAVE EM, THAT'S ALL !)
(Words by Grant Clarke / Music by Fred Fischer, 1916)


I think the married men are gettin' a trimmin', 
And still I hate to knock the beautiful women, 
Oh, gee! what can the trouble be?
You read, of course, every day some divorce, 
No matter, where you go you hear of a scandal, 
Why are the women getting harder to handle? 
Who's to blame, who's to blame? 
Love is a terrible game:

I know a lot of men who never will leave 'em, And then a lot of
men who never believe 'em, Oh, my! how they can tell a lie; Look
in your eye, and deny and deny, They get excited, then you pet
'em and salve 'em, Where would we be today if we didn't have
'em? Cold as ice then they're nice, Some fellows marry them twice.

You can't get along when you're with 'em or without 'em, Girls,
right or wrong, there is something nice about 'em, They're
stubborn and contrary, expensive, Still, they're very necessary;
Each little peach has a way that's so endearing, Oh, how your
dough has a way of disappearing, You know the world is saying,
"we need 'em," And still the other half is praying for freedom,
You can't get along when you're with 'em or without 'em, 
You've got to have 'em, that's all!

You can't get along when you're with 'em or without 'em, Girls,
right or wrong, there is something nice about 'em, They're
stubborn and contrary, expensive, Still, they're very necessary;
Each little peach has a way that's so endearing, Oh, how your
dough has a way of disappearing, Just when you treat 'em nice,
they leave you, they hate you, You always take 'em back, it's old
Human Nature, You can't get along when you're with 'em or
without 'em, You've got to have 'em, that's all!