SHE'S MY GIRL
Tom Lehrer

Tom Lehrer (Vocal & piano)  
rec July 8th 1959 New York


Sharks gotta swim and bats gotta fly,
I gotta love one woman till I die.
To Ed or Dick or Bob
She may be just a slob,
But to me, well she's my girl!

In Winter the bedroom is one large ice cube,
And she squeezes the toothpaste from the middle of the tube!
Her hairs in the sink
Have driven me to drink,
But she's my girl,
She's my girl,
She's my girl and I love her!

The girl that I lament for,
The girl my money spent for,
The girl my back is bent for,
The girl I owe the rent for,
The girl I gave up Lent for,
Is the girl that heaven meant for me!

So for breakfast she makes coffee that tastes like shampoo,
I come for dinner and get peanut butter stew,
Or if I'm in luck,
It's broiled hockey puck!
But oh well,
What the hell!
She's my girl and I love her!







(Contributed by Peter Akers - December 2010)