Mrs. Dees' Rant

Mrs. Dees: When I was a maiden truly Such dreams would fill my head I thought I'd marry a goodly man To keep me warm in bed A goodly man, a shapely man of noble heart and true Instead I married a shipyard man and now the rent is always overdue Mrs. Dees and Women: I thought I'd marry the parson Mrs. Dees: To help me say my prayers Mrs. Dees and Women: And once I got up off my knees Mrs. Dees: He'd chase me up the stairs Mrs. Dees and Women: Or I thought I'd marry the butcher's lad Mrs. Dees: To bring me Sunday's meat Mrs. Dees and Women: But instead I married a shipyard man Mrs. Dees: Sometimes a girl just has to eat I might have wed the baker's boy We'd make a house of bread We wouldn't lack for yeast or flour To keep our hungry passions fed I might have married a doctor, he'd give me penicillin And every time he smiled at me I'd show him I was willin' Mrs. Dees & Women: A goodly man, a shapely man Selfless, kind, and wise An honest man, a paragon Who'd never tell me lies No wolf in shepherd's clothing No master of disguise So why did I marry a shipyard man? Mrs. Dees: He should have picked on someone his size Oh I could have wed a collier man Mrs. Dees & Women: He'd keep a lassie fit Mrs. Dees: Whenever it was cold outside Mrs. Dees & Women: We'd keep those fires lit Mrs. Dees: Or I might've married a millionaire Mrs. Dees & Women: He'd know what I would like Instead I married a shipyard man Mrs. Dees: And he's always out on strike Yet all the times you've said you're through When both your eyes are black and blue And though we wish it wasn't true Before we get to say amen or Calm our nerves and count to ten It really is beyond our ken Despite it all Mrs. Dees and Women: We love our shipyard men