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 will never be
Don't marry her have me 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 you
Sandra Bullocks
And 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 mornigs
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 like smell 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 e e e e