I'm Gene Wilder to her, what else can I say?
But I guess that's why we're fighting every day
Wilder is funny, and I'm that way, too
She wants sappy poems and I don't know what to do

I'm Gene Wilder to her, and it drives me out of my mind
She's a Silver Streak, I'm Young Frankenstein
I make her laugh; she wants romance
If she saw me as Pierce Brosnan maybe I'd have half a chance
And I'm Gene Wilder to her

When we go to the movies and they turn the lights down low
I want to throw popcorn and she wants to see the show
She likes slow dancing, I like to show my buns
She says I should grow up, but that would be no fun

I'm Gene Wilder to her, and it drives me out of my mind
She's a Silver Streak, I'm Young Frankenstein
I make her laugh; she wants romance
If she saw me as Pierce Brosnan maybe I'd have half a chance
And I'm Gene Wilder to her

And when she takes my hand, she finds a buzzer hidden there
She's tired of whoopie cushions and whipped cream in her hair
She thinks I'm crazy, out of my gourd
When she's with me, at least she isn't bored
She tries to change me, but try as she may
She finds out that, like my face, I'm just stuck that way

And I'm Gene Wilder to her...