Now we'll say till something do us part That old dad of mine ain't got a heart Any girl who's out for pleasure Thinks of marriage only at her leisure As it is, they've got the horse behind the cart
When my pop said we must wed, He kind of wowed me, still I'm read-y But one thing must be clear At this time
I'll be hard to handle I promise you that And if you complain Here's one little jane Who'll leave you flat
I'll be hard to handle What else can I be I say with a shrug I think you're a mug To marry me
When you first threw me a gander I was willing to philander But I never thought I'd have to be a bride Now you're gonna find tough sledding I don't want no shotgun wedding I was only along for the ride
I'll be hard to handle I'm telling you plain Just be a dear And scram out of here I'm gonna raise cain
I'll be hard to handle My bridges are burned This wedding's a gag And you're in the bag Where I'm concerned
I'll be hard to handle When we've said, I do See there's no hope I just got a dope When I took you
I'll be living my life in bed But they always will be twin beds And I warn you, you'll be living like a monk Our affair is now a past one So don't think you've pulled a fast one Just remember, I think you're a punk!
I'll be hard to handle I'm no ball and chain I'll find some means To call the marines I'm gonna raise cain
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