Now we'll stay till something do us part That old dad of mine ain't got a heartAny girl who's out for pleasure Thinks of marriage only at her leisureAs it is they've got the horse behind the cartWhen my pop said we must wed He kind of wowed meStill I'm ready But one thing must be clearAt the startI'm ready, I'm ready I'm ready, I'm readyI'll be hard to handle, I promise you that. And if you complain, here's one little Jane who'll leave you flat.I'll be hard to handle, what else can I be? I say with a shrug, I think you're a mug to marry me.When you first threw me a gander, I was willing to philander.But I never thought I'd have to be.Be a bride.Now you're gonna find tough sledding.I don't want no shotgun wedding.I was only along for the ride.I'll be hard to handle, I'm telling you plain.Just be a dear and scram.I'm out of here, I'm gonna raise Cain.I'll be hard to handle, my bridges are burned.This wedding's a gag, and you're in the bag where I'm concerned.I'll be hard to handle, when we've said I do.See, there's no hope, I just got a dope when I took you.I'll be living my life in bed.But they always will be twin beds.And I warn you, you'll be living like a monk.Our affair is now a past one.So don't think you've pulled a fast one.Just remember, I think you're a punk.I'll be hard to handle, I'm no ball and chain.I'll find some means to call the Marines.I'm gonna raise Cain.Gonna raise Cain.I'm telling you plain.I'm gonna raise Cain.