Second-Hand Suit

When my husband George proposed to me
I couldn't help but panic
Never in my wildest fantasy
Did I marry a mechanic
But Georgie said, "We'll strike it rich, you'll see
For I am what you call an up-and-comer"
And so I gave the boy a chance, prayed he would advance
At least he's not a plumber

When I saw him walking down the aisle
He actually looked cute
I couldn't help but crack a smile
He had bought himself a suit
I let him put a ring on me, and gee
He looked so handsome in his bib and tucker
I promised him fidelity for eternity
And boy was I a sucker

It was a second-hand suit, ha
He had to borrow a suit for our wedding day
His dreams were all a mirage
And now I live above a garage

I met Mr. Buchanan on a train
He looked just like a lion
Roar
Sittin' at the top of the food chain
I tell you, sparks were flyin'
From the minute that we met
Kismet
We both knew that it was now or never

On the way to the hotel, all I thought was
"Hell, you can't live forever"
It's bad enough that I was born
To live among the lowest on the ladder
I married up and never left the bottom rung
But now it doesn't matter
You make a vow to stick through thick and thin
And then you learn the vow's a bunch of twaddle
If you hate the wreck you're in, screw the thick and thin
And look for a new motto

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ooh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

I'm done with second-hand suits
Oh-oh-oh, ah
I'm done with second-hand suits on a wedding day

No more settling for less (she won't settle)
I'll live a life of dressing
To impress

Oh, time for life at The Ritz
Tell George I'm calling it quits
I've finally found, woo
Something that fits (doo, do-do)

Doo-do-do
Doo, do-do-do
Doo-doo, do-do-do

Ooh, something that fits