Someone's going to have to explain it to me

I'm not sure what it means

My baby's feeling funny in the morning

She's having trouble getting into her jeans

Her waist-line seems to be expanding

Although she never feels like eating a thing

I guess we'll reach some understanding

When we see what the future will bring



I met her in a crowded barroom

One of those typical Hollywood scenes

I was doing my very best Bogart

But I was having trouble getting into her jeans

I punched an unemployed actor

Defending her dignity

He stood up and knocked me through that barroom door

And that girl came home with me



Now baby's feeling funny in the morning

She says she's got a lot on her mind

Nature didn't give her any warning

Now she's going to have to leave her wild ways behind

She says she doesn't care if she never spends

Another night running loose on the town

She's gonna be a mother

Take a look in my eyes and tell me brother

If I look like I'm ready



I told her I had always lived alone

And I probably always would

And all I wanted was my freedom

And she told me that she understood

But I let her do some of my laundry

And she slipped a few meals in between

And the next thing I remember, she was all moved in

And I was buying her a washing machine



My baby's feeling funny in the morning

She says she's got a lot on her mind

Nature didn't give her any warning

But she's feeling better about it all the time

She says she's ready for some meaning

After all of her running around

Well bless my soul, she's got a rock-and-roll bandman

Thinking 'bout settling down