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!