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Bless Your Beautiful Hide

Howard Keel12 Jul 2010

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Bless Your Beautiful Hide - Howard Keel

When at first aware of masculinity

I began to finger feminine curls

 

I became the toast of my vicinity

For I always had a multitude of girls

 

But now that a married man at last am I

 

How aware of my dear departed past am I

 

Where is the life that late I led

 

Where is it now

 

Totally dead

 

Where is the fun I used to find

Where has it gone

Gone with the wind

 

A married life is just a pain

And raising an heir could never compare

With raising a bit of pain

So I repeat what first I said

Where is the life that late I

 

In dear Milano where are you Momo

 

Still selling those pictures of the Scriptures in the Duomo

 

And Carolina where are you Lina

 

Still peddling your pizza in the streets o' Taormina

 

And in Firenze where are you Alice

 

Still there in your pretty itty-bitty Pitti Palace

 

And sweet Lucretia so young and gay

 

What scandalous doin's in the ruins of Pompeii

 

Where is the life that late I led

 

Where is it now

 

Totally dead

 

Where is the fun I used to find

Where has it gone

 

Gone with the wind

 

The marriage game is quite all right

Yes during the day it's easy to play

But oh what a bore at night

So I repeat what first I said

 

Where is the life that late I

 

Where is Rebecca my Becki-weckio

 

But still she'd be cruising that amusing Ponte Vecchio

 

Where is Fedora the wild virago

 

It's lucky I missed her gangster sister from Chicago

 

Where is Venetia who loved to chat so

 

Could still she be drinkin' in her stinkin' pink palazzo

 

And lovely Lisa where are you Lisa

 

You gave a new meaning to the leaning tow'r of Pisa

 

Where is the life that late I led

 

Where is it now

 

Totally dead

 

Where is the fun I used to find

 

Where has it gone

 

Gone with the wind

 

I've oft' been told of nuptial bliss

But what do you do a quarter to two

 

With only a shrew to kiss

So I repeat what first I said

 

Where is the life that late I led