| Jim Johnson took me home last night | 
| 'Twas the first time that we’d met | 
| He claimed to be a small-town sheik | 
| And all his jive he bet | 
| He rest his hat and coat and said, «Here I’ll stay.» | 
| But his feathers fell when he heard me say: | 
| Not on the first night, baby! | 
| Ain’t knowed you long enough! | 
| Don’t you think you’re kind of hasty | 
| To pull that kind of stuff! | 
| Don’t slam my front door, please, when you go out | 
| Just because there was nothin' doin' what you was thinkin' about | 
| Not on the first night, baby! | 
| Or maybe not at all! | 
| Maybe not at all! | 
| Spoken: | 
| Now, if Miss Clara Smith would sing the same song: | 
| Not on the first night, baby! | 
| Sweet Mama Clara ain’t knowed you long enough! | 
| Why, don’t you think you’re kind of hasty | 
| Just to pull that kind of stuff! | 
| Run round the block, hot papa, and get yourself some air | 
| This ain’t no seaport, daddy, don’t you try to anchor in here! | 
| Because not on the first night, baby! | 
| Or maybe not at all! | 
| I say, maybe not at all! | 
| Spoken: | 
| I’m gettin' ready for the Empress, Miss Bessie Smith, lord! | 
| Not on the first night, babe! | 
| Ain’t knowed you long enough! | 
| Don’t you think you kind of hasty | 
| To pull that kind of stuff! | 
| Be yourself, kind mister, that’s no way to act | 
| Let my doorknob hit you in the middle of your back! | 
| Not on the first night, baby! | 
| Or maybe not at all! | 
| I said, maybe not at all! |