{MR.BIDDLE}
I've been bit on my finger
It could've been my leg
It could've been my head
I might've died

In a time of mortal peril
Any man should expect
That his family will come
Rushing to his side

What's wrong with that?
What's wrong with that?
My family rushing to my side
What's wrong with that?


I'm a good-hearted husband
I'm generous and kind
No wife could have a life
As free of cares

So when a good-hearted husband
Has been bit, it's only right
That his wife should bear the
Agony he bears

What's wrong with that?
What's wrong with that?
I want my wife to share my life
What's wrong with that?


Here in this house I'm raising
Three strong, intelligent children
Where are they now
In their father's time of need?

I give them private tutors;
The finest physical trainers
All in vain
Oh, the pain!

I believe in the Bible
{CORDY}
I believe in Uncle Sam
And as sure as old glory
Waves above

{MR.BIDDLE}
I believe a man who has been bitten
Has the right to demand
That his family would give him
Sympathy and love

What's wrong with that?
{CORDY}
What's wrong with that?
{BOTH]
The flag above, the Bible, and love
What's wrong with that?