Think of you
with pipe and slippers
Think of her in bed
Laying there
just watching telly
Think of me instead
I'll never grow
so old and flabby
That could never be
Don't marry her,
have me
And your love light
shines like cardboard
But your work
shoes are glistening
She's a Ph.D
in 'I told you so'
You've a knighthood
in 'I'm not listening'
She'll grab
your sweaty b*ll*cks
Then slowly
raise her knee
Don't marry her,
have me
And the
Sunday sun shines
down on
San Fransisco bay
And you realise
you can't make
it anyway
You have to wash the car
Take the kiddies
to the park
Don't marry her,
have me
Those lovely
Sunday mornings
With breakfast
brought in bed
Those blackbirds look
like knitting needles
Trying to peck
your head
Those birds
will peck your soul out
And throw away the key
Don't marry her,
have me
And the kitchen's
always tidy
And the bathroom's
always clean
She's a diploma
in 'just hiding things'
You've a first
in 'low esteem'
When your socks
smell of angels
But your life
smells of Brie
Don't marry her,
have me
And the
Sunday sun shines
down on
San Fransisco bay
And you realise
you can't
make it anyway
You have to
wash the car
Take the kiddies
to the park
Don't marry her,
have me
And the
Sunday sun shines
down on
San Fransisco bay
And you realise
you can't
make it anyway
You have to
wash the car
Take the kiddies
to the park
Don't marry her,
have me...