I've been bit on my finger
It could have been my leg
It could have been my head, I might have died
In a time of mortal peril
any man should expect
that his family will come rushing to his side
What's wrong with that?
What's wrong with that?
My family rushing to my side
What's wrong with that?
I'm a good-hearted husband
I'm generous and kind
No wife could have a life as free of cares
So when a good-hearted husband has been bit
it's only right
that his his wife should share the agony he bears
What's wrong with that?
What's wrong with that?
I want my wife to share my life
What's wrong with that?
Here in this house I'm raising
three strong and intelligent children
Where are they now
in their father's time of need?
I give them private tutors,
the best physical trainers
All in vain
Oh, the pain!
I beleive in the Bible
I beleive in Uncle Sam
and as sure as Old Glory waves above
I beleive a man who's bitten
has the right to demand
that his family give him sympathy and love
What's wrong with that?
What's wrong with that?
The flag above, the Bible and love
What's wrong with that?