Second-Hand Suit

When my husband, George, proposed to me
I couldn't help but panic
Never in my wildest fantasy
Did I marry a mechanic
But Georgie said
"We'll strive, get rich
You'll see
For I am what you call an up-and-comer"
And so I gave the boy a chance
Prayed he would advance
At least he's not a plumber

When I saw him walking down the aisle
He actually looked cute
I couldn't help but crack a smile
He had bought himself a suit
I let him put a ring on me
And, gee
He looked so handsome in his bib and tucker
I promised him fidelity
For eternity
And, boy, was I a sucker!

It was a second-hand suit! Heh
He had to borrow a suit for our wedding day
His dreams were all a mirage
And now I live above a garage

I met Mr. Buchanan on a train
He looked just like a lion (Roar!)
He's sittin' at the top of the food chain
I tell you sparks were flyin'
From the minute that we met
Kismet!
We both knew that it was now or never
On the way to the hotel
All I thought was, "Hell
You can't live forever!"

It's bad enough that I was born to live alone
The lowest on the ladder
I married up and never left the bottom rung
But now it doesn't matter
You make a vow to stick through thicker and thin
And then you learn the vow's a bunch of twaddle
If you hate the wreck you're in
Screw the thick and thin
And look for a new model!
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Whoo!
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!)

I'm done with second-hand suits (Ah!)
Ah! Ah! (Oh-oh-oh)
I'm done with second-hand suits (Ah!)
On a wedding day
No more settling for less (She won't settle!)
I'll live a life of dressing to impress
Uh! Time for life at the Ritz!
Tell George I'm callin' it quits
I've finally found
Whoo!
Something that fits (Doo do-do-do do-do-do!)
(Do-do-do-do-do-do! Doo do-do-do)
Whoo! (Doo!)
Something that fits!