Now love is a very funny thing
And it catches the young and the old
It's just like a dish of boardinghouse hash
To many gal it's sold
I'll make you feel like a fresh water eel
And cause your head to swell
For love is blind, you'll lose your mind
It'll empty your pockets as well
Gals, stay away from the fellows, I say
And give them plenty of room
For when you wed, they'll beat you ‘til you're dead
With the bald headed end of a broom
Now come young girls take my advice
Don't be in a hurry to wed
You'll think you're in cover ‘til your honeymoon's over
Then you'll wish that you were dead
With 2 little babies on your knees
And a husband with a plaster on his nose
You'll find that love don't go so strong
If you have to wear secondhand clothes
Gals, stay away from the fellows, I say
And give them plenty of room
For when you wed, they'll beat you ‘til you're dead
With the bald headed end of a broom
Gals, stay away from the fellows, I say
And give them plenty of room
For when you wed, they'll beat you ‘til you're dead With the bald headed end of a broom

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