«
I Come till I Wed Wealthily in Padua
»
FROM: Kiss Me Kate
SUNG BY: Howard Keel
WRITTEN BY: C. Porter
I come till I wed wealthily in Padua,
If wealthily then happily in Padua,
If my wife has a bag of gold
Do I care if the bag be old?
I come till I wed wealthily in Padua.
I come till I wed wealthily in Padua,
I heard you mutter down the loats of sad you are,
I should not be disturbed one bit
If she be but a quarter wit,
If she can only talk of clothes,
While she powders her good darn nose,
I come till I wed wealthily in Padua.
I come till I wed wealthily in Padua.
I heard you say 'how so completely mad you are',
Wouldn't give me the slightest shock
If her knees now and then should knock,
If her eyes were a wee bit crossed,
Were she wearing the hair she'd lost,
Still the damsel I'd make my dame,
After all they are all the same.
I come till I wed wealthily in Padua.
I come till I wed wealthily in Padua.
I heard you say good gad but what a cad you are,
Do I mind if she fret and fuss?
If she fume like the suvius?
If she roar like a winter breeze?
And a rough in the attic freeze?
If she scream like a teething brat?
If she scratch like a tiger cat?
If she fight like a raging boar?
I have often been there before,
I come till I wed wealthily in Padua.
With a fuddy duddy duddy and a hey hey hey,
Not to mention the money for a rainy day,
I come till I wed wealthily in Padua.
|
|
|
