Tom, Dick or Harry Songtext
von Cole Porter

I′ve made a haul in all the leading rackets
From which rip-roarin' rich I happen to be,
And if thou wouldst attain the upper brackets,
Marry me, marry me, marry me.
My purse has yet to know a silver lining,
Still lifeless in my wifeless family tree,
But if for love unending thou art pining,
Marry me, marry me, marry me.
I come to thee a thoroughbred patrician
Still spaying my decaying family tree.
To give a social goose to thy position,
Marry me, marry me, marry me.
Marry me!
GREMIO & LUCENTIO:
Marry me!
Marry me!
GREMIO & HORTENSIO:
Marry me!
Marry me!
Marry me!


3 SUITORS:
Marry me!
I′m a maid who would marry
And will take with no qualm
Any Tom, Dick or Harry,
Any Harry, Dick or Tom,
I'm a maid mad to marry
And will take double-quick
Any Tom, Dick or Harry,
Any Tom, Harry or Dick.
I'm the man thou shouldst marry.
Howdy, Pop!
Howdy, Mom.
I′m the man thou shouldst marry.
Art thou Harry, Dick or Tom?
I′m the man thou shouldst marry.
Howdy, pal!
Howdy, chick!
Art thou Tom, Dick or Harry?
3 SUITORS:
Call me Tom, Harry or Dick.
BIANCA & SUITORS:
I'm (She′s) a maid who would marry
And would no longer tarry,
I'm (She′s) a maid who would marry,
May my hopes not miscarry!
I'm (She′s) a maid mad to marry
And will take double-quick
Any Tom, Dick or Harry,
Any Tom, Harry or Dick.
BIANCA & SUITORS:
A dicka dick,
A dicka dick,
A dicka dick,
A dicka dick!
A dicka dick,
A dicka dick,
A dicka dick...
Any Tom, Dick or Harry,
Any Tom, Harry or Dick!