When you turn to the subject of Harry
That's a horse from a different safari
I can box like a fox, he's dumb as an ox
But it's Harry I'm planning to marry
(Yes, it's Harry she's plannin' to marry)
Though he's built like the bust of Apollo
Just remember a statue is hollow
Physically, I'm delish, mentally, superfish
But it's Harry I'm planning to marry
(Yes, it's Harry she's plannin' to marry)
My heart's twined around his suspenders
He's the one that I truly adore (adore)
I am numb, I succumb when he renders
The face on the bar room floor
When he flexes his muscles, I flutter
Like a butterfly caught in a shudder
When he calls me his mate
I just disintegrate
Since the world first began
Never been such a man
As the Harry I'm plannin' to marry!
(Yes, it's Harry she's plannin' to marry)
I bask in his masculine gender
When he sings, all my troubles depart (depart)
For who else could so tenderly render
The curse of an aching heart?
But when Harry is old and decrepit
And his touch turns from torrid to tepid
When we're both eighty-three
He can have all of me
When we're both eighty-five
If I still am alive
Then it's Harry I'm plannin' to marry
(Yes, it's Harry she's plannin' to marry)
Источник: Musixmatch
Авторы: Paul Francis Webster / Sammy Fain