Lyrics
Jack the lad with his three-piece suit on
Likes to keep his three-piece clean
At the bar with his whistling 'doed on
Chats the broads with his old routine
They say, "Who was the lady I saw you with last night?"
Hey, hey, hey
Whoa-ho-ho, that was no lady, you're talking 'bout my wife
Whoa-ho-ho
Harry Rash with his fancy footwork
Showing off at the local dance
Giving all the girls the glad-eye
Ain't the type he don't stand a chance
Whoa-ho, who was the lady I saw you with last night?
Whoa-ho-ho
Whoa-ho-ho, that was no lady, you're talking 'bout my wife
Whoa-ho-ho
If she finds out, you know she's gonna kill me
I'll be nowhere to be found
She'll throw me out, will somebody come and save me?
I'll be hiding underground
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Whoa
Whoa, hey, ho
Whoa-ho, who was the lady I saw you with last night?
Whoa-ho-ho
Whoa-ho-ho, that was no lady, you're talking 'bout my wife
Hey, hey, hey
Whoa-ho-ho, that was no lady, you're talking 'bout my wife
Whoa-ho-ho
That was my wife
Hey, hey, hey