歌词
[Verse 1]
(For her first number)
(Miss Rocksie Hart would like to sing a song)
(Of love and devotion)
(Dedicated to her dear husband, Amos)
[Verse 2]
Sometimes I'm right
Sometimes I'm wrong
But he doesn't care
He'll string along
He loves me so
That funny honey of mine
[Verse 3]
Sometimes I'm down
Sometimes I'm up
But he follows round
Like some droopy eyed pup
He loves me so
That funny honey of mine
[Verse 4]
He ain't no sheik
That's no great physique
Lord knows, he ain't got the smarts
Oh, but look at that soul
I tell ya that whole
Is a whole lot greater than the sum of his parts
[Verse 5]
And if you knew him like me
I know you'd agree
[Verse 6]
What is the word?
Slandered my name
Why, he'd be right there
Taking the blame
He loves me so
And it all suits me fine
That funny, sunny, honey, hubby of mine
[Verse 7]
A man's got a right to protect his home and his loved ones
Right? Of course he has
So I come in from the garage, officer
And I see him coming through the window
With my wife Roxanne there sleeping like an angel
[Verse 8]
He loves me so
That funny honey (An angel)
Of mine (I mean supposing, just supposing)
(He had violated her or something)
(You know what I mean, violated?)
(I know what you mean, or something)
(I mean think how terrible that would have been)
(It's a good thing I come home from work on time)
(I'm tellin' you that)
(I say I'm telling you that)
[Verse 9]
He loves me so
That funny honey of mine
[Verse 10]
(Name of deceased)
(Fred Casely)
(Fred Casely?)
(How can he be a burglar?)
(My wife knows him)
(He sold us our furniture)
[Verse 11]
Lord knows, he ain't got the smarts
(She lied to me, she told me he was a burglar)
(You mean he was dead when you got home)
(Yeah, she had him covered with a sheet)
And she's gavin me that cock and bull story about this burglar)
(And I ought to say I did it)
('Cause I was sure to get off)
(Burglar, huh?)
[Verse 12]
Now he shot off his trap
(And I believed her)
I can't stand that sap
(That cheap little tramp, she was two timing me, hey)
Look at him go
Rat, rattin' on me
(Well she can just swing for all I care for)
With just one more brain
(Boy, I'm down at the garage working my butt off)
What a half witted thing
(Fourteen hours a day and she up there)
(Munchin' on goddamn fun pops, she hasn't)
If they string me up I'll know, I'll know
Who bought the twine
(This time she pushed me too far)
(Boy, what a sap I was)
That scummy, crummy, dummy, hubby of mine
Written by: Fred Ebb, John Kander
