What do you know
She's good to go
Where'd the little ring
on her finger go

Telephone threw me out of bed this morning
Everytime it rings
It brings me bad news
Broken man screaming at me through the reciever
Says I made Marmalade
Out of his June Cleaver
Every now and then you gotta
Leave it to beaver

I think you're Married to my

My litte red flower has
Turned to Puese
The leading man has
The understudy blues
I saw that ring upon you're finger
The one that you took off
for you're Date after dinner
why you're flipping through you're black book trying to
Pick a winner

I think you're Married to my

When you wanna fess up
I just wanna throw up
Promise me you'd lie to me never