This is a story about a man
A rude man, who left his woman
A woman, kind-hearted and gorgeous
Signed over to fate, so ugly
I am with her every day
Lending her suppport
She should not grieve for a husband
Who left her in the lurch
Up to this day he seemed fine
'Til late in the night something changed
He jabbered about running out of time
Everyone, but himself, he blamed
He looked me straight in the eye
And he said "Shop-O-mat
What might my purpose be?"
And I said "Gilligan
Don't you see, what you have?
A shop, a wife and me!"
Then he got very upset
He laughed and he screamed maniacly
He then said "I'll go to bed
Tomorrow will be different, please leave"
That was the last time, I ever saw
In the morning, he was gone
She cried on my shoulder 'til her cheeks went raw
She must have felt so alone
We worried, we wept, but time never slept
Now she is about to forget Ill-mannered Mister Gilligan