And now to the love song. I'm sure you're familiar
with love songs on the order of He's Just My Bill, my
man, my Joe, my Max, and so on where the girl who
sings them tells you that, although the man she loves
is anti-social, alcoholic, physically repulsive, or
just plain unsanitary, nevertheless she is his because
he is hers, or something like that. But as far as I
know there has never been a popular song from the
analogous male point of view, that is to say, of a man
who finds himself in love with, or in this case
married to, a girl who has nothing whatsoever to
recommend her. I have attempted to fill this need. The
song is called She's My Girl.
Sharks gotta swim, and bats gotta fly,
I gotta love one woman till I die.
To Ed or Dick or Bob
She may be just a slob,
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/Qko6 ]But to me, well,
She's my girl.
In winter the bedroom is one large ice cube,
And she squeezes the toothpaste from the middle of the tube.
Her hairs in the sink
Have driven me to drink,
But she's my girl, she's my girl, she's my girl,
And I love her.
The girl that I lament for,
The girl my money's spent for,
The girl my back is bent for,
The girl I owe the rent for,
The girl I gave up Lent for
Is the girl that heaven meant for me.
So though for breakfast she makes coffee that tastes like shampoo,
I come home for dinner and get peanut butter stew,
Or if I'm in luck,
It's broiled hockey puck,
But, oh well, what the hell,
She's my girl,
And I love her.