My Wife is Dancing mad

Abstract

[Verse 1] Ev’ry body’s prancingTo all the ragtime airsAnd even street car conductorsAre dancing instructorsYou’ll find the husbands are paying the faresMostly all the troubleWith each married coupleLies in their feet todayAnd I know the reason‘Cause it’s just the seasonFor ev’ry married man you meet to sayI know my [Chorus] Wife is dancing madShe’s got the dancing fever badShe cries I’ve got to get thinAnd lose this big double chinThen she skips and she dipsI hope she slips‘Cause ev’ry night till break of dayUpon a phonograph she’ll playPulls me out of bed at four,Yells, “Get up and wax the floor ohMy wife is dancing mad. [Verse 2] Butchers, Grocers, Bakers, Doctors, Lawyers, Fakirs,All have the same complaintEach one is watching his wifeAs she dances thro’ lifeAnd hope for recovery seems to be faintEv’ry wifey wrestlesTries to beat the CastlesAnd learns the steps they teachHusbands must endure ‘emThere’s no chance to cure ‘emFrom ev’ry married man you’ll hear this speechI know my [Chorus