Carsie Blanton - MOUSTACHE

I remember it like last night
the night that I met you
you were puttin on a necktie
you had a stick-and-poke tattoo

I said my, my!
good god!
what’ve I got to do
to get to know ya babe?

you were handsomer than John Wayne
with your size eleven shoes
you knew how to fly an airplane
and you were drinking fancy booze

but when the fever finally broke
it all seemed like a terrible joke
why’d you have to grow that moustache?

you know you coulda been a member
of a very exclusive club
you coulda been a contender
I woulda given you all my love

but when the fever finally broke
it all seemed like a terrible joke
why’d you have to grow that moustache?

every time I look at you I feel the same
why don’t you cut it out?
every time you talk I think it’s such a shame
you had such a pretty mouth!

and when the fever finally broke
it all seemed like a terrible joke
why’d you have to grow that moustache?

Written by:
CARSIE BLANTON, JOSEPH PLOWMAN

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