When you turn to the subject of Harry
That’s a horse from a different safari.
He can box like a fox, he’s as dumb as an ox
But it’s Harry I’m planning to marry
My heart’s twined around his suspenders
He’s the one that I truly adore
I’m numb, I succumb when he renders
The face on the bar room floor
When he flexes his muscles, I flutter
Like a butterfly caught in a shutter
When he calls me his mate
I just disintegrate
Since the world first began
Never been such a man
Who could love like he can
So it’s Harry I’m planning to marry!
