His head is filled with useless air His philosophy beyond repair You'll pine and he won't care Get out before he crops your hair You married the wrong guy, Rosalind When are you gonna see You married the wrong guy, Rosalind Pick up your skirts and flee His hands are full of drifting sand Soon he'll be making his demands And have you saying preposterous things Get out before he snaps your wings You married the wrong guy, Rosalind... His courtliness is just an act A sea of hubris lies behind his tact When you least expect it, he'll attack Get out with your self-worth intact You married the wrong guy, Rosalind... Down the misty Avenue, through the city fog I saw you promenade like the Princess and the frog Some of us are volunteers, some were pressed But what are you doing in that cuckoo's nest? His eyes are full of lies His conscience long since compromised With all the grief that that implies Get out before your reason dies You married the wrong guy, Rosalind When are you gonna see You married the wrong guy, Rosalind You should have married me