I Got It Bad and That Ain't Good
Frank Sinatra Lyrics


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Never treats me sweet and gentle the way she should
I got it bad and that ain't good
My poor heart is sentimental, not made of wood
I got it bad and that ain't good

But when the weekend's over and Monday rolls around
I end up like I start out, just cryin' my heart out
Doesn't love me like I love her, no, nobody could
I got it bad and that ain't good

Like a lonely weepin' willow who's lost in the wood
I got it bad and that ain't good
And the things I tell my pillow, nobody should
I got it bad, I got I bad, and it's no good

Though folks with good intentions, they tell me to save up my tears
I'm glad I'm mad about her, I can't live without her

Lord above, make her love me the way that she should
I got it bad and that ain't good

I got it bad and that ain't good
No good
No good




No good
No good

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Frank Sinatra's song "I Got it Bad and That Ain't Good" describe a feeling of unrequited love. The singer loves someone who doesn't treat him with the respect and affection he deserves. His heart is "sentimental, not made of wood," highlighting his emotional vulnerability. Despite his pain, he can't help but love her, and when Monday rolls around, he is back to crying his heart out. The lyrics describe the singer's feeling of aloneness, using the metaphor of a lonely weeping willow lost in the woods. He confides in his pillow with his deepest thoughts and feelings, but even that doesn't bring him solace. The singer is determined to keep his love for her alive and would rather be madly in love than not in love at all. The song ends with the singer pleading to the "Lord above" to make this person love him the way she should.


Line by Line Meaning

Never treats me sweet and gentle the way she should
She doesn't treat me with love and care that I deserve


I got it bad and that ain't good
I'm in love with her deeply, but it's not reciprocated


My poor heart is sentimental, not made of wood
I'm emotional and sensitive, not indifferent


But when the weekend's over and Monday rolls around
As soon as the weekend is over, the heartache begins


I end up like I start out, just cryin' my heart out
I cry all the time no matter what


Doesn't love me like I love her, no, nobody could
Nobody could ever love her the way I do, but she doesn't love me back


Like a lonely weepin' willow who's lost in the wood
I'm lonely, lost and sad like a weeping willow in an unknown forest


And the things I tell my pillow, nobody should
I tell my pillow all my secrets and my pain that nobody else should hear


I got it bad, I got I bad, and it's no good
I'm deeply in love, but it's not good for me


Though folks with good intentions, they tell me to save up my tears
People advise me not to waste my tears on someone who doesn't love me back


I'm glad I'm mad about her, I can't live without her
I'm happy that I'm so deep in love with her, even though I can't live without her


Lord above, make her love me the way that she should
I pray to God to make her love me the way I love her


I got it bad and that ain't good
I'm deeply in love, but it's causing me pain


No good
It's not good for me to be so in love with someone who doesn't love me back




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Mike


on The Lady Is A Champ

eight

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She can't eat late and stay up all night, because unlike society types, she has to get up in the morning.

She likes the theatre and never comes late
She cares more about seeing the play than being seen making an entrance.

She never bothers with people she'd hate
Her friends are friends, not social trophies.

Doesn't like crap games with barons or earls
While barrns and earls probably don't play craps, she associates with friends, not people to be seen with.

Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
She doesn't "slum", the practice of the rich in the 30's, when the song was written, of touring poor neighborhoods dressed in rich clothes to "tut, tut" about the deplorable conditions, and congratulate each other for "caring about the poor"

Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
Doesn't trade gossip for acceptance among an in-crowd


She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
She cares more about how her hair feels than conforming with current hair fashions

Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
Since most of California is noticeably warmer and / or drier than New York, where the play the song was written for is set, this is probably a facetious excuse to like what she likes.


And she won't go to Harlem in Lincoln's or Ford's
Another reference to slumming, but facetious, since Lincolns and Fords were middle-class, not luxury brands when the lyric was written

Anonymous


on Try a Little Tenderness

Here are the correct lyrics

Try A Little Tenderness - Frank Sinatra - Lyrics

Oh she may be weary
Women do get wearied
Wearing that same old shabby dress
And when she’s weary
You try a little tenderness

You know she’s waiting
Just anticipating things she’ll may never possess
While she is without them
Try just a little bit of tenderness

It’s not just sentimental
She has her grieve and her care
And the words that soft and gentle
Makes it easier to bear
You wont regret it
Women don't forget it
Love is their whole happiness
And it’s all so easy
Try a little tenderness

Musical Interlude

And, it’s all so easy
Try a little tenderness

Daniel


on The Way You Look Tonight

I met Frank Jr. in Las Vegas, a real gentleman. RIP you both.

Giorgi Khutashvili


on Theme from New York, New York

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