Tis Harry I'm Plannin' To Marry

'Tis Harry I'm Plannin' to Marry - Doris Day/Howard Keel

When you turn to the subject of Harry

That's a horse from a different safari

I can box like a fox he's dumb as an ox

But it's Harry I'm planning to marry

Yes it's Harry she's plannin' to marry

Though he's built like the bust of Apollo

Just remember a statue is hollow

Physically I'm delish

Mentally superfish

But it's Harry I'm planning to marry

Yes it's Harry she's planning to marry

My hearts wind around his suspenders

He's the one that I truly adore adore

I am numb I succumb when he renders

The face on the bar room floor

When he flexes his muscles I flutter

Like a butterfly caught in a shutter

When he calls me his mate

I just disintegrate

Since the world first began

Never been such a man

As the Harry I'm planning to marry

Yes it's Harry she's planning to marry

I bask in his muscular gender

When he sings all my troubles depart

Depart

For who else could so tenderly render

The hopes of an aching heart

But

When Harry is old and decrepit

And his touch turns from torrid to tepid

When we're both 83 he can have all of me

When we're both 85 if I still am alive

Then it's Harry I'm planning to marry

Yes it's Harry she's planning to marry