What's Wrong With That

I've been bit on my finger it could've been my leg, it could've been my head I might've died. In a time of mortal paril 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 husbend, I'm generous and kind! No wife could have a life as free of cares. So when a good hearted husband has been bit its only right, That his wife should share the agony he bears. What's wrong with that! (bum bum ba bum) 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, intelligent children. Where are they now in their father's time of need! I give them private tutors, and the finest physical training. All in vain! OOOHHH the pain! I believe in the bible, (Cordelia) I believe in Uncle Sam! And I sure as a glory waves above! I believe a man who's bitten has the right to demand, That his family give him sympathy, and love. (Bum bum ba bum) What's wrong with that, (Cordelia) what's wrong with that! (Together) The plan above, the Bible and love! What's wrong with that! (Bum bum ba bum)