Second-Hand Suit

When my husband, George, proposed to me I couldn't help but panic Never in my wildest fantasy Did I marry a mechanic But Georgie said "We'll strive, get rich You'll see For I am what you call an up-and-comer" And so I gave the boy a chance Prayed he would advance At least he's not a plumber When I saw him walking down the aisle He actually looked cute I couldn't help but crack a smile He had bought himself a suit I let him put a ring on me And, gee He looked so handsome in his bib and tucker I promised him fidelity For eternity And, boy, was I a sucker! It was a second-hand suit! Heh He had to borrow a suit for our wedding day His dreams were all a mirage And now I live above a garage I met Mr. Buchanan on a train He looked just like a lion (Roar!) He's sittin' at the top of the food chain I tell you sparks were flyin' From the minute that we met Kismet! We both knew that it was now or never On the way to the hotel All I thought was, "Hell You can't live forever!" It's bad enough that I was born to live alone The lowest on the ladder I married up and never left the bottom rung But now it doesn't matter You make a vow to stick through thicker and thin And then you learn the vow's a bunch of twaddle If you hate the wreck you're in Screw the thick and thin And look for a new model! (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) Whoo! (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!) I'm done with second-hand suits (Ah!) Ah! Ah! (Oh-oh-oh) I'm done with second-hand suits (Ah!) On a wedding day No more settling for less (She won't settle!) I'll live a life of dressing to impress Uh! Time for life at the Ritz! Tell George I'm callin' it quits I've finally found Whoo! Something that fits (Doo do-do-do do-do-do!) (Do-do-do-do-do-do! Doo do-do-do) Whoo! (Doo!) Something that fits!