Sung by the Tin WoodmanI must have been a silly sort of joshWhen I went and spliced Matilda Jane.I thought at the timeI was in for something prime,But very soon found out I was insane.The fact is she’s a lot too fond of me,Never on my own she lets me stray.And if by chanceI should go into a saloon,All my pals will look at me and say:“Must you have the missus with you?Can’t you come out on your own?Must you always have a keeper?Ain’t you old enough to be alone?Why don’t you take her out and lose her?Why be such a silly elf?If there’s any beer wants mopping,Can’t you mop it up yourself?”This morning I turned in at 3:25I knocked upon the door and rang the bell,But she sleeps so soundAnd so far above the ground,I had to standout in the street and yell"Matilda, do come down and let your hubby in,I'm freezing and so weak for want of sleep."But she only put on airs and said,"It's too far down the stairs,Now please be contented in the street."Must you have a bed to sleep in?Can't you stand up in the corner for a nap?Think of those six-day bicycle riders,Have to sleep in every other lap.Don't you know that sleeping's all a habit?I feel it coming on and must turn in;Now you stay there until the morning,And I'll call a cop and run you in."
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