The Wives Are In Connecticut

He figures out a restaurant
Where they won’t be recognized
He can always slip the maitre’d a ten
Get a private little table and try her on for size
Make a plan of where to do it when
He’s so sly, he’s in love with his lies
And the wives, the wives are in Connecticut
The wives, the wives are in Connecticut
Trying to forget it, that they really do regret it
That they moved up to Connecticut
That they moved up to Connecticut
The first year I was faithful
He confesses to the girl
Admitting to the least of his sins
His candour, so disarming, in this wicked city world
She falls for it and once again he wins
He’s so sly, he’s in love with his lies
The five flight walk up
Can he make it?
He keeps promising to go back to the gym
He thinks about his wife
So passionate last night
Was she really feeling it for him?
Or was it junior’s teacher?
Or the carpenter who put up the shelves
Or the mechanic who fixed the wagon
Or the gardener who dug the well
Or the Italian riding instructor
Or the man on the Carousel
(Man on the Carousel)
Or the out of work actor in Westport
(Man on the Carousel)
Or the surgeon who cured the ills
(Man on the Carousel)
Or the Yalie from New Haven
(Man on the Carousel)
Or the farmer in the Dell
(Man on the Carousel)
How about
The lifeguard at the yacht club
The hairdresser from New London
The tennis pro from Fairfield
The Fuller Brush man from Bristol
The fisherman from Mystic
The novelist from New Canan
The usher at the movie theater
The architect from Guilford
The man on the carousel
(Man on the Carousel)