Lyrics:

I've made a haul in all the leading rackets
From which rip roarin' rich I happen to be
And if thou wouldst attain the upper brackets
Marry me, marry me, marry me

My purse has yet to know a silver lining
Still lifeless is my wifeless family tree
But if for love unending thou art pining
Marry me, marry me, marry me

I come to thee a thoroughbred patrician
Still spaying my decaying family tree
To give a social lift to thy position
Marry me, marry me, marry me

Marry me, marry me
Marry me, marry me
Marry me, marry me
Marry me

I'm a maid who would marry
And will take with no qualm
Any Tom, Dick or Harry
Any Harry, Dick or Tom

I'm a maid mad to marry
And will take double quick
Any Tom, Dick or Harry
Any Tom, Harry or Dick

I'm the man thou shouldst marry
Howdy, Pop
Howdy, Mom
I'm the man thou shouldst marry
Art thou Harry, Dick or Tom?

I'm the man thou shouldst marry
Howdy, pal
Howdy, chick
Art thou Tom, Dick or Harry?
Call me Tom, Harry or Dick

I'm a maid who would marry
And would no longer tarry
I'm a maid who would marry
(She's a)
May my hopes not miscarry

I'm a maid mad to marry
(She's a)
And will take double quick
Any Tom, Dick or Harry
Any Tom, Harry or Dick

A dicka dick
A dicka dick
A dicka dick
A dicka dick

A dicka dick
A dicka dick
A dicka dick
A dicka dick

Any Tom, Dick or Harry
Any Tom, Harry or Dick