I've Come to Wive It Wealthily in Padua

I've come to wive it wealthily in Padua

If wealthily then happily in Padua

If my wife has a bag of gold

Do I care if the bag be old

I've come to wive it wealthily in Padua

He's come to wive it wealthily in Padua

I heard you mutter

"Zounds a loathsome lad you are"

I shall not be disturbed one bit

If she be but a quarter wit

If she can only talk of clothes

While she powders her doggone nose

I've come to wive it wealthily in Padua

He's come to wive it wealthily in Padua

I heard you say

"Gadzooks completely mad you are"

It wouldn't give me the slightest shock

If her knees now and then should knock

If her eye were a wee bit crossed

Were she wearing the hair she'd lost

Still the damsel I'll make my dame

In a brawl they are all the same

I've come to wive it wealthily in Padua

He's come to wive it wealthily in Padua

I heard you say

"Good gad but what a cad you are"

Do I mind if she fret and fuss

If she fume like vesuvius

If she roar like a winter breeze

On the rough Adriatic seas

If she screams like a teething brat

If she scratch like a tiger cat

If she fight like a raging boar

I have oft incomprehensible before

I've come to wive it wealthily in Padua

With a hunny nunny nunny

And a hey hey hey

Not to mention money money

For a rainy day

I come to wive it wealthily in Padua

Kiss Me Kate: I've Come To Wive It Wealthily In Padua - Howard Keel