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 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

And new people to know

And new ladies and so



I felt myself become a bitter old shrew

I'd have bitten her too

If you would let me



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 you 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



So help me god you talk so much

This tart, this whore, my weakness

I'm gonna shoot the messenger



Oh let me shoot the messenger

I'm gonna shoot the messenger