Lyrics Tom, Dick or Harry - Cole Porter

Tom, Dick or Harry

Gentlemen, importune me no farther
For how firmly I am resolved you know;
That is, not bestow my youngest daughter
Before I have a husband for the elder
Ah, me!
I’ve made a haul in all the leading rackets
From which
Rip-roaring rich
I happen to be
And if thou wouldst attain the upper brackets
Marry me, marry me, marry me
My purse has yet to know a silver lining
Still lifeless
Is my wifeless
Family tree
But if for love unending thou art pining
Marry me, marry me, marry me
I come to thee a thoroughbred patrician
Still spraying
My decaying
Family tree
To give a social goose to thy position
Marry me, marry me, marry me
Marry me
Marry me
Marry me
Marry me
Marry me
Marry me
Marry me!
I’m a maid who would marry
And will take with no qualm
Any Tom, Dick, or Harry
Any Harry, Dick, or Tom
I’m a maid mad to marry
And will take double-quick
Any Tom, Dick, or Harry
Any Tom, Harry, or Dick
I’m the man thou shouldst marry
Howdy, Pop!
Howdy, Mom!
I’m the man thou shouldst marry
Art thou Harry, Dick, or Tom?
I’m the man thou shouldst marry
Howdy, pal!
Howdy, chick!
Art thou Tom, Dick, or Harry?
Call me Tom, Harry, or Dick
I’m/She's a maid who would marry
And would no longer tarry
I’m/She's a maid who would marry
May my/her hopes not miscarry
I’m/She's a maid mad to marry
And will take double-quick
Any Tom, Dick, or Harry
Any Tom, Harry, or Dick
A dicka dick
A dicka dick
A dicka dick
A dicka dick
A dicka dick
A dicka dick
A dicka dick