Texty: They Might Be Giants. Lucky Ball And Chain.

I lost my lucky ball and chain
And now she's four years gone
Just five feet tall and sick of me
And all my rattling on
She threw away her baby-doll
I held on to my pride
But I was young and foolish then
I feel old and foolish now

Confidentially, she never called me baby-doll
Confidentially, I never had much pride
But now I rock a bar stool and I drink for two
Just pondering this time bomb in my mind

I lost my lucky ball and chain
And now she's four years gone
Just five feet tall and sick of me
And all my rattling on

She walked away from a happy man
I thought I was so cool
I just stood there whistling
There goes the bride
As she walked out the door
There goes the bride
As she walked out the door

I could shake my tiny fist
And swear I wasn't wrong
But what's the sense in arguing
When you're all alone?
Sure as you can't steer a train
You can't change your fate
And when she told me of that day
I knew I'd lost my home

Confidentially, I never told you of her charms
Confidentially, We never had a home
But this railroad apartment was the perfect place
When she'd sit and hold me in her arms

I lost my lucky ball and chain
And now she's four years gone
Just five feet tall and sick of me
And all my rattling on

She walked away from a happy man
I thought I was so cool
I just stood there whistling
There goes the bride
As she walked out the door
There goes the bride
As she walked out the door
There goes the bride
As she walked out the door