Songtext I'll be hard to handle Ella Fitzgerald

I'll be hard to handle

Now well say till something do us part
That old dad of mine aint got a heart
Any girl whos out for pleasure
Thinks of marriage only at her leisure
As it is, theyve got the horse behind the cart

When my pop said we must wed,
He kind of wowed me, still Im read-y
But one thing must be clear
At this time

Ill be hard to handle
I promise you that
And if you complain
Heres one little jane
Wholl leave you flat

Ill be hard to handle
What else can I be
I say with a shrug
I think youre a mug
To marry me

When you first threw me a gander
I was willing to philander
But I never thought Id have to be a bride
Now youre gonna find tough sledding
I dont want no shotgun wedding
I was only along for the ride

Ill be hard to handle
Im telling you plain
Just be a dear
And scram out of here
Im gonna raise cain

Ill be hard to handle
My bridges are burned
This weddings a gag
And youre in the bag
Where Im concerned

Ill be hard to handle
When weve said, I do
See theres no hope
I just got a dope
When I took you

Ill be living my life in bed
But they always will be twin beds
And I warn you, youll be living like a monk
Our affair is now a past one
So dont think youve pulled a fast one
Just remember, I think youre a punk!

Ill be hard to handle
Im no ball and chain
Ill find some means
To call the marines
Im gonna raise cain

Gonna raise cain
Im telling you plain
Im gonna raise cain