OH HOW SHE LIED TO ME
As recorded by Spike Jones and His City Slickers, 1945?

Don't ask me why I look worried, and why there's a tear in my eye,
For I fell in love
With a sweet turtledove,
And I'm such an innocent guy.

She told me she loved me, but, oh, how she lied!
Oh, how she lied!
Oh, how she lied!
My poor heart is broken and, oh, how I cried!
She made a fool of me.

She said that my money would lead me astray,
So to protect me, she took it away.
She said she'd return it on some rainy day,
But, oh, how she lied to me!

On last Christmas eve she made me very cross.
I cried my poor eyes out and it was because
She'd tried to tell me there was no Santy Claus,
But she falsified,
She misrepresented,
She distorted the truth,
She prevaricated,
She fabricated a story,
She tried to deceive me,
And on top of that,
Oh, my, how she lied to me!