Why do you want Bess
She's gettin' old now;
Takes a fine young gal
For to satisfy Crown.
Look at this chest
And look at these arms you got.
You know how it's always been with me,
These five years I've been your woman,
You could kick me in the street,
Then when you wanted me back,
You could whistle, an' there I was
Back again, lickin' your hand.
There's plenty better lookin' gals than Bess.
Can't you see, I'm with Porgy,
Now and forever
I am his woman, he would die without me.
Oh, Crown, won't you let me go to my man, to my man.
He is a cripple an' needs my love, all my love.
What do you want Bess?
Oh, let me go to my man.
Why do you want Bess?