Shoot The Messenger

Somebody told me you'd found new bonhomie

Going places you'd never go with me

I felt myself became a bitter old shrew

Oh I'd have bitten you in two if you would let me

I'd look deadly as a nun

Martyrdom does not become me

I'll find love in vanity

Somebody told me you'd found places to go

New people to know, new ladies and so

I felt myself become a bitter old shrew

I'd have bitten her in two if you would let me

If I don't laugh what do I do

If I don't laugh and see this through

I shouldn't eve think of you

Allow me one extravagance

Before they come and ban me

And let me shoot the messenger

So help me God they talk so much

This knowledge ain't my business

But I hang on his every word

God speed his journey back to hell

I might retreat singing

But all I hear is you

Just give me one more shot of gin

I'll scream along to anything

Just let me shoot the messenger

So help me God we talk so much

This tart this whore, my weakness

I'm gonna shoot the messenger

Let me shoot the messenger