I'm Mad

Great, round, wonderful, beautiful world
And the wonderful water around the curve
And everything that’s in the world
I hops up and marries a glamour girl
I’m mad
You done me wrong this time, baby
I’m mad
And you have the nerve to try to be glad
Ask my baby could she stand to see me cry
She said, «Yes, I could stand to see you buried alive»
I’m mad
You done me wrong this time, baby
I’m mad
And you have the nerve to try to be glad
Now, I can go down in the bottom of the sea
Count the grains of sand
Peek through muddy water and spy dry land
I’m mad
I’m mad
I’m mad
And you have the nerve to try to be glad
Now, everybody wants to know about the clothes
But them fine dresses I’ve been buying you
You don’t wear them no more
Won’t be anymore washing and hanging upside the wall
I’m throwing them out the window
Running out and catch 'em before they fall
I’m mad
I’m mad
I’m mad
And you have the nerve to try to be glad
I’m mad