First Lady Lyrics - Perry Como

( 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!