Somebody told me you’d found new bonhomie

Going places you’d never go with me

I felt myself become a bitter old shrew

Oh, I’d have bitten you in two if you would let me



I’d look deadly as a nun

Martyrdom does not become me

I’ll find love in vanity

Somebody told me you’d found places to go

New people to know, new ladies and so

I felt myself become a bitter old shrew

I’d have bitten her in two if you would let me



So if I don’t laugh what do I do?

If I don’t laugh and see this through

I shouldn’t even think of you

Allow me one extravagance

Before they come and ban me

And let me shoot the messenger



So help me God they talk so much

This knowledge ain’t my business

But I hang on his every word

God speed his journey back to Hell

I might retreat singing

But all I hear is you

Just give me one more shot of gin

I’ll scream along to anything

Just let me shoot the messenger