He figures out a restaurant
   Where they won't be recognized
   He can always slip the maitre’d a ten
   Get a private little table and try her on for size
   Make a plan of where to do it when
   He’s so sly, he’s in love with his lies
  
   (Chorus)
   And the wives, the wives are in Connecticut
   The wives, the wives are in Connecticut
   Trying to forget it, that they really do regret it
   That they moved up to Connecticut
  
   The first year I was faithful
   He confesses to the girl
   Admitting to the least of his sins
   His candour, so disarming, in this wicked city world
   She falls for it and once again he wins
   He’s so shy, he’s in love with his lies
  
   (Repeat Chorus)
  
   The five flight walk up
   Can he make it?
   He keeps promising to go back to the gym
   He thinks about his wife
   So passionate last night
   Was she really feeling it for him/
  
   Or was it junior’s teacher?
   Or the carpenter who put up the shelves
   Or the mechanic who fixed the wagon
   Or the gardener who dug the well
   Or the Italian riding instructor
   Or the man on the Carousel
  
   Or the out of work actor in Westport
   Or the surgeon who cured the elms
   Or the man at the vegetable stand
   Or the guru who cast a spell
   Or the Yalie from New Haven
   Or the farmer in the Dell
  
   How about
   The hairdresser from New London
   The tennis pro from Fairfield
   The Fuller Brush man from Bristol
   The fisherman from Mystic
   The novelist from New Canan
   The usher at the movie theater
   The architect from Guilford
   The man on the carousel