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

And new people to know, and new ladies and so

I felt myself become a bitter old shrew

I'd have bitten her too, 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 even think of you

Allow me one extravagance

Before they come and ban me

And let me shoot the messenger

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So help me God they talk so much

This knowledge ain't my business

But I hang on his every word

Hey Lord, speed his journey back to hell

I might retreat singin'

But all I hear is you

And just give me one more shot of gin

I'll scream along to anything

And just let me shoot the messenger

Yea, so help me God, it talks so much

This yard, this song, my weakness

I'm gonna shoot the messenger

Oh, let me shoot the messenger

I'm gonna shoot the messenger