Happy Anniversary (Live) - Philip Quast

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

But 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 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

The street

And we kissed on the sidewalk

Without reason or rhyme

And we knew that our love

Stronger than time

Happy anniversary

Happy anniversary

Happy anniversary