Lyrics: Nathan Tysen
Music: Jason Howland
When my husband George proposed to me
I couldn’t help but panic
Never in my wildest fantasy
Did I marry a mechanic
But George he 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!
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 Mister 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 model!
I’m done with second-hand suits
I’m done with second-hand suits on a wedding day
No more settling for less
I’ll live a life of dressing to impress
Time for life at the ritz
Tell George I'm calling it quits
I finally found
Something that fits!
Something that fits!