Lucky Ball and Chain - They Might Be Giants, John Flansburgh, John Linnell

I lost my lucky ball and chain

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

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 off 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

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