Please. Take this mantle from me. While I have enjoyed certain aspects of having had a ladies' man reputation (albiet a largely self-created one, okay). . . I have come to find the expectations that come along with it burdensome, and now wish to be free from these shackles. Take them from me. Take them, I implore you; take this ball-and-chain and go waltzing back to yon harem, luxuriating all the while like some paramour potentate, happy to languish in a prison built by his own hand.
Well, it's been ten years and a thousand tears
And look at the mess I'm in
A broken nose and a broken heart
An empty bottle of gin
Well I sit, and I pray
In my broken down Chevrolet
While I'm singing to myself
There's got to be another way
Take away, take away, take away this ball and chain
Well I'm sick and I'm tired and I can't take anymore pain
Take away, take away, never to return again
Take away, take away, take away this ball and chain.