Lyrics:

The first time I saw her I couldn't be sure
But the sin of impatience said, 'She's just what you're looking for'
So I walked right up to her, and with the part of me that talks
I introduced myself as Frank from New York, New York

She's so hot, she's so cool
I'm not, I'm just a fool
In love with darling Lorraine

All my life, I've been a wanderer
Not really, I mostly lived near my parents' home
Anyway, Lorraine and I got married and the usual marriage stuff
Then one day she says to me, from out of the blue she says, 'Frank, I've had enough

Romance is a heartbreaker
I'm not meant to be a homemaker
And I'm tired of being darling Lorraine'

What, you don't love me anymore?
What, you're walking out the door?
What, you don't like the way I chew?
Hey, let me tell you
You're not the woman that I wed
You say you're depressed but you're not
You just like to stay in bed
I don't need you, darling Lorraine
Darling Lorraine
Lorraine, I long for your love

Financially speaking, I guess I'm a washout
Everybody's buy and sell and sell and buy and that's what the whole thing's all about
If it had not been for Lorraine, I'd have left here long ago
I should have been a musician, I love the piano

She's so light, she's so free
I'm tight, well, that's me
But I feel so good with darling Lorraine

On Christmas morning Frank awakes
To find Lorraine has made a stack of pancakes
They watch the television, husband and wife
All afternoon, 'It's a Wonderful Life'

What, you don't love me anymore?
What, you're walking out the door?
What, you don't like the way I chew?
Hey, let me tell you
You're not the woman that I wed
Gimme my robe, I'm going back to bed
I'm sick to death of you, Lorraine
Darling Lorraine
Lorraine, her hands like wood
The doctor was smiling but the news wasn't good

Darlin' Lorraine, please don't leave me yet
I know you're in pain, pain you can't forget
Your breathing is like an echo of our love
Maybe I'll go down to the corner store and buy us something sweet
Here's an extra blanket, honey, to wrap around your feet

All the trees were washed with April rain
And the moon in the meadow took darling Lorraine