Perry Como - First Lady lyrics

( she's the first lady, she's the first lady, She's the first lady of the land! ) She might have been a teacher A job that she'd adore . . . She might have been a housewife A wife and nothing more! She might have been an actress Who might have played broadway! But my husband had to be president ( hmm . . . ) And what am i today? I'm the "first" lady of the land, The "first" lady of the land Standing on a receiving line, Winding up with an aching spine Calluses on my receiving hand, As the "first" lady of the land! For every week a different hairdo, Which means another dress Those meetings with committees, And sparing with the "press" Those dreary formal dinners, When i stay up 'till dawn Counting all the silver When the guests have gone! When they march out in single file, And i must smile, smile, smile! I'd rather be the second Or the third or the forth Or the fifth or the sixth Or the seventh instead Of the "first" lady of the land! I'm the "first" lady of the land, The "first" lady of the land Entertaining at lunch or tea, Do do-gooders who call on me Telling of their noble deeds they've planned For the "first" lady of the land! And oh the presents that they send me An awful lot of junk An un-housebroken poodle A dehydrated skunk A turkey for "thanksgiving" Potat'as in a sack But when they send me a "diamond" I must send it back! When the whole cabinet arrives And bring their wives, wives, wives! I'd rather be the second Or the third or the forth Or the fifth or the sixth Or the seventh instead Of the "first" lady of the land!