[Chorus]
A married man, a married man
Some women think they can turn a bum into a saint
Well look out mama, now here I come
You've got the same old bum with a new coat of paint

I'm in love this time I swear it's true
I meant both words when I said "I do"
And I liked it when she said it too
I ain't no sow's ear, I ain't no silk purse
I spend my days at home writing idiot verse
Still my wife knows she could have done much worse

[Repeat Chorus]

There's two names printed on the checks
There's Bud in the 'fridge instead of Beck's
And I ain't seen any side effects
I got married and settled down
I use a smaller brush to paint the town
I still drink my whiskey I just water it down
I water it down

© 1984 by Bill Morrissey & Cormac McCarthy