Ready Or Not

Someone's gonna have to explain it to me.-- I'm not sure what it means; my baby's feeling funny in the morning, she's having trouble getting into her jeans. Her waistline seems to be expanding, although she never feels like eating a thing; I guess we'll reach some understanding when we see what the future brings. I met her in a crowded barroom, one of those typical Hollywood scenes; I was doing my very best Bogart, but I was having trouble getting into her jeans. I punched an unemployed actor, defending her dignity; He stood up and knocked me through that barroom door and that girl came home with me. CHORUS I: Now baby's feelin' funny in the morning, she says she's got a lot on her mind. Nature didn't give any warning, now she's gonna have to leave her wild ways behind She says she doesn't care if she never spends another night running loose on the town she's gonna be a mother. Take a look in my eyes and tell me brother if I look like I'm ready. I told her I had always lived alone and I probably always would; And all I wanted was my freedom and she told me that she understood. But I let her do some of my laundry and she slipped a few meals in between; the next thing I remember, she was all moved in and I was buying her a washing machine. CHORUS II: Now baby's feeling funny in the morning, she says she's got a lot on her mind. Nature didn't give her any warning, but she's feeling better about it all the time. She says she's ready for some meaning after all of her running around. Well bless my soul, she's got a rock and roll bandman thinkin' 'bout settling down.