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.