It's The Smart Little Feller Who Stocked Up His Cellar (That's Getting The Beautiful Girls)
Words by Grant Clarke
Music by Milton Ager
Published 1920

[verse 1]
I know a chicken-chasing millionaire,
He used to have a lot of girls, I swear,
Now he's got none to help him spend his dough,
Can't get a one that's why he's worried so,
He said "I'm rich, but still they run away."
I said "They're diff'rent today"

[chorus 1]
Oh, they won't call you honey, because you've got money,
It isn't for money they sigh,
You could once grab a queen with your big limousine
But now times are changing, you know what I mean,
Oh, they won't know you're livin' if all you can give'em
Is just pretty diamonds and pearls;
It's the smart little feller who stocked up his cellar,
That's getting the beautiful girls.

[verse 2]
Now'days you'll see a girlie full of charm
Just madly clinging to an old guy's arm,
If he is feeble and he has no hair,
Then you can bet he's got a jug somewhere.
Don't think they crave you if they smile and wink
All that they crave is a drink.

[chorus 2]
Oh, you won't satisfy them, with presents you buy them,
It isn't for presents they pine,
Once they wanted a guy for the rocks he could buy
But now it's the guy with the old Rock and Rye,
You may live in a palace, but Annette and Alice
Will pass up the Dukes and the Earls;
For some guy in a shanty, with lots of Chianti,
He's getting the beautiful girls