What's Wrong With That?
I've been bit on my fingerIt could have been my legIt could have been my head, I might have diedIn a time of mortal perilany man should expectthat his family will come rushing to his side
What's wrong with that?What's wrong with that?My family rushing to my sideWhat's wrong with that?
I'm a good-hearted husbandI'm generous and kindNo wife could have a life as free of caresSo when a good-hearted husband has been bitit's only rightthat his his wife should share the agony he bears
What's wrong with that?What's wrong with that?I want my wife to share my lifeWhat's wrong with that?
Here in this house I'm raisingthree strong and intelligent childrenWhere are they nowin their father's time of need?I give them private tutors,the best physical trainersAll in vain
Oh, the pain!
I beleive in the BibleI beleive in Uncle Samand as sure as Old Glory waves aboveI beleive a man who's bittenhas the right to demandthat his family give him sympathy and love
What's wrong with that?What's wrong with that?The flag above, the Bible and loveWhat's wrong with that?