Ill Be Hard to Handle — текст песни (Ella Fitzgerald)

Now well say till something do us part

That old dad of mine aint got a heart

Any girl whos out for pleasure

Thinks of marriage only at her leisure

As it is, theyve got the horse behind the cart



When my pop said we must wed,

He kind of wowed me, still Im read-y

But one thing must be clear

At this time



Ill be hard to handle

I promise you that

And if you complain

Heres one little jane

Wholl leave you flat



Ill be hard to handle

What else can I be

I say with a shrug

I think youre a mug

To marry me



When you first threw me a gander

I was willing to philander

But I never thought Id have to be a bride

Now youre gonna find tough sledding

I dont want no shotgun wedding

I was only along for the ride



Ill be hard to handle

Im telling you plain

Just be a dear

And scram out of here

Im gonna raise cain



Ill be hard to handle

My bridges are burned

This weddings a gag

And youre in the bag

Where Im concerned



Ill be hard to handle

When weve said, "i do"

See theres no hope

I just got a dope

When I took you



Ill be living my life in bed

But they always will be twin beds

And I warn you, youll be living like a monk

Our affair is now a past one

So dont think youve pulled a fast one

Just remember, I think youre a punk!



Ill be hard to handle

Im no ball and chain

Ill find some means

To call the marines

Im gonna raise cain



Gonna raise cain

Im telling you plain

Im gonna raise cain