Now we'll say till something do us part

That old dad of mine ain't got a heart

Any girl who's out for pleasure

Thinks of marriage only at her leisure

As it is, they've got the horse behind the cart



When my pop said we must wed,

He kind of wowed me, still I'm read-y

But one thing must be clear

At this time



I'll be hard to handle

I promise you that

And if you complain

Here's one little Jane

Who'll leave you flat



I'll be hard to handle

What else can I be

I say with a shrug

I think you're a mug

To marry me



When you first threw me a gander

I was willing to philander

But I never thought I'd have to be a bride

Now you're gonna find tough sledding

I don't want no shotgun wedding

I was only along for the ride



I'll be hard to handle

I'm telling you plain

Just be a dear

and scram out of here

I'm gonna raise cain



I'll be hard to handle

My bridges are burned

This wedding's a gag

And you're in the bag

Where I'm concerned



I'll be hard to handle

When we've said, "I do"

See there's no hope

I just got a dope

When I took you



I'll be living my life in bed

But they always will be twin beds

And I warn you, you'll be living like a monk

Our affair is now a past one

So don't think you've pulled a fast one

Just remember, I think you're a punk!



I'll be hard to handle

I'm no ball and chain

I'll find some means

To call the Marines

I'm gonna raise cain



Gonna raise cain

I'm telling you plain

I'm gonna raise cain