I wish he had a gun!
But if he had, he’d never deign
To shoot with Number One.
It’s very hard, and so it is
To live in such a row!
And here a ballad singer comes
To aggravate my woe.
Oh take away your foolish song
And tones enough to stun—
I wish he had a gun!
But if he had, he’d never deign
To shoot with Number One.
It’s very hard, and so it is
To live in such a row!
And here a ballad singer comes
To aggravate my woe.
Oh take away your foolish song
And tones enough to stun—