[THE OBSERVER]
How does it happen?
When does it disappear?
How does it start to go?
Does it slip away slow
So you never even notice it’s happening?

[THE HUSBAND]
Have I got a girl for you
Wait till you meet her!
Have I got a girl for you, boy?
Hoo, boy!
Dumb!—And with a weakness for Sazerac slings—
You give her even the fruit and she swings
The kind of girl you can't send through the mails!
Call me tomorrow, I want the details

Have I got a chick for you?
Wait till you meet her!
Have I got a chick for you, boy?
Hoo, boy!
Smart!—She's into all those exotic mystiques:
The Kama Sutra and Chinese techniques—
I hear she knows more than seventy-five...
Call me tomorrow if you're still alive!
[THE HUSBAND, THE YOUNGER MAN]
Have I got a girl for you? Have I got a girl for you?
Wait till you meet her! Wait till you meet her!
Have I got a girl for you, boy? Have I got a girl for you
Hoo, boy! Boy?

[THE HUSBAND]
Boy, to be in your shoes what I wouldn't give—
I mean, the freedom to go out and live!
And as for settling down and all that—
Marriage may be where it's been
But it's not where it's at

Whaddaya like, you like coming home to a kiss?
Somebody with a smile at the door?
Whaddaya like, you like indescribable bliss?
Then whaddaya wanna get married for?

Whaddaya like, you like an excursion to Rome
Suddenly taking off to explore?
Whaddaya like, you like having meals cooked at home?
Then whaddaya wanna get married for?
Whaddaya wanna get married for?

[THE YOUNGER MAN]
Whaddaya wanna get married for?