Think of you with pipe and slippers
   think of her in bed
   laying there just watching telly
   then think of me instead
  
   i'll never grow so old and flabby
   that could never be
   don't marry her, fuck 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 bollocks
   then slowly raise her knee
   don't marry her, fuck me
  
   and the sunday sun shines down on san francisco bay
   and you realise you can't make it anyway
   you habe to wash the car
   take the kiddies to the park
   don't marry her, fuck 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 trow away the key
   don't marry her, fuck 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, fuck 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, fuck 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
   tale the kiddies to the park
   don't marry her, fuck me