Sharks gotta swim, and bats gotta fly I gotta love one woman till I die To Ed or Dick or Bob She may be just a slob But to me, well She's my girl In winter, the bedroom is one large ice cube And she squeezes the toothpaste from the middle of the tube! Her hairs in the sink Have driven me to drink But she's my girl, she's my girl, she's my girl And I love her The girl that I lament for The girl my money's spent for The girl my back is bent for The girl I owe the rent for The girl I gave up Lent for Is the girl that heaven meant for me So though for breakfast She makes coffee That tastes like sham–poo I come home for dinner And get peanut butter stew Or, if I'm in luck It's broiled hockey puck But, oh well, what the hell? She's my girl And I love her