I´ve been ready for hours and I´m wearing my best Ordered champagne and flowers and you´re not even dressed Tonight´s a special night to remember with pride These twenty happy years since you became my bride
It is all too absurd, you´re so cross and abrupt So I don´t say a word or you´re bound to erupt Your peculiar moods I´ve experienced before So I´ll pour another drink and quietly pace the floor
It´s a quarter to eight as we fretfully wait For your little black dress, that was promised by six Is it just rotten luck, when we´re doing the town That the fates should conspire, to let us mortals down I have seats for a show and it´s opening night My shoes do not fit me and my suit is too tight And you sit there and curse, an occasional curse And I´ve got a headache that´s quickly getting worse
Happy anniversary, happy anniversary
They deliver your frock, but you´re still in distress It was past nine o clock, when I helped you to dress I tried to do you up, but, it wasn´t my day For then to fill my cup, your zipper stuck half way I got all in a sweat, over anxious and vexed Will I, will I, will I, will I Will I ever forget, the thing that happened next Your dress just came apart, with one terrible tear Your disappointed cries, were more than I could bear At eleven at last, when we got into town We arrived at the show, but the curtain was down
I suggested a bite No, no you wanted to walk You had no appetite and no desire to talk So we strolled for an hour, and the evening was sweet And I bought you a flower, from a man in a street We kissed on the sidewalk, without reason or rhyme And we knew that our love is much stronger than time