It May Be a Good Idea

It may be a good idea for Joe

But it wouldn't be good for me

To sit in a mortgaged bungalow

With my little ones on my knee

I'd much rather go and blow my dough

On a casual chickadee

I don't want a mark that I'll have to toe

My toe can go where it wants to go

It wants to go where the wild girls grow

In extravagant quantity

To bask in the warm and peaceful glow

Of connubial constancy

May be awfully good for good old Joe

But it wouldn't be good for me