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| Bobs My, I'm Large My Husband Was A Weatherman My husband was a weatherman He was right all the time He knew when there'd be snow in Toledo And freezing rain in Niagara Falls My husband was a weatherman The seventh son of a seventh son On a first name basis with that old groundhog Yes he was, he was the one Oh, he had a reputation As the master of prognostication But it wasn't just the weather that he'd know Oh, no! He'd let me know when we got up Just how our day would go: "This morning we'll have fun And then in the afternoon we'll have A little argument, but hey, don't worry -- You'll win" I know that when he'd tell me what would be It was to save me from frustration He'd say "Darling, let's eat out Tonight you'll overcook the trout I've phoned ahead for reservations" My life no longer seemed my own He knew more about me than me He'd say "Honey, not tonight You won't climax, on, no And we'd only have a fight" I could not take it anymore I packed my bags, and at the door I said I didn't want to know How every minute of my life would go "I'll miss you, but I'm going away Good-bye, my love" He said "Hey, that's O.K. -- you'll be back" |
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