She's My Girl

She's My Girl - Tom Lehrer

Sharks gotta swim

And bats gotta fly

I gotta love one woman till I die

To ed or dick or bob

She may be just a slob

But to me

Well she's my girl

In winter the bedroom is

One large ice cube

And she squeezes the toothpaste

From the middle of the tube

Her hairs in the sink

Have driven me to drink

But she's my girl

She's my girl she's my girl

And I love her

The girl that I lament for

The girl my money's spent for

The girl my back is bent for

The girl I owe the rent for

The girl I gave up lent for

Is the girl that heaven meant for me

So though for breakfast

She makes coffee

That tastes like sham poo

I come home for dinner

And get peanut butter stew

Or if I'm in luck

It's broiled hockey puck

But oh well

What the hell

She's my girl

And I love her