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 Said your daddy owned 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 mustache? You know you could've been a member Of a very exclusive club You could've been a contender I would've 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 mustache? 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! But when the fever finally broke It all seemed like a terrible joke Why'd you have to grow that mustache? But when the fever finally broke It all seemed like a terrible joke Why'd you have to grow that mustache?