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