• • • • Think of you

with pipe and slippers

Think of her in bed

layin' there

just watchin' 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 glistenin'

She's a PhD in

I told you so

You've a knighthood

in I'm not listenin'

She'll grab your

sweaty bollocks

then slowly

raise her knee

Don't marry her

have me

and the Sunday sun

shines down on

San Francisco 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

tryin'a 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 hidin' things

You've a first

in low esteem

When your socks

smell of angels

and your life

smells of Brie

Don't marry her

have me

and the Sunday sun

shines down on

San Francisco 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 Francisco 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