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 strike it 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, ha

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

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 among 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 thick 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 motto

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Ooh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

I'm done with second-hand suits

Oh-oh-oh, ah

I'm done with second-hand suits on a wedding day

No more settling for less (she won't settle)

I'll live a life of dressing

To impress

Oh, time for life at The Ritz

Tell George I'm calling it quits

I've finally found, woo