Track byAlfred Drake/Chorus
I've come to wive it wealthily in Padua If wealthily then happily in Padua If my wife has a bag of gold Do I care if the bag be old? I've come to wive it wealthily in Padua He's come to wive it wealthily in Padua I heard you mutter, "Zounds, a loathsome lad you are" I shall not be disturbed one bit If she be but a quarter wit If she can only talk of clo'es While she powders her doggone nose I've come to wive it wealthily in Padua He's come to wive it wealthily in Padua I heard you say, "Gadzooks, completely mad you are" It wouldn't give me the slightest shock If her knees now and then should knock If her eye were a wee bit crossed Were she wearing the hair she'd lost Still the damsel I'll make my dame In a brawl they are all the same I've come to wive it wealthily in Padua He's come to wive it wealthily in Padua I heard you say, "Good gad, but what a cad you are" Do I mind if she fret and fuss If she fume like Vesuvius If she roar like a winter breeze On the rough Adriatic seas If she screams like a teething brat If she scratch like a tiger cat If she fight like a raging boar I have oft [Incomprehensible] before I've come to wive it wealthily in Padua With a hunny, nunny, nunny And a hey, hey, hey Not to mention money, money For a rainy day I come to wive it wealthily in Padua