Don't Marry Her Have Me (Rude Version)

Sung by The Beautiful South

(Introduction 0:15)

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 PhD in "I told you so"
You've a knighthood in "I'm not listening".

She'll grab your 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 mornings
With breakfast brought in bed
Those blackbirds look like knitting needles
tryin' 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 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.

(Instrumental 0:40)

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.

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Don't Marry Her **** Me (Rude Version) (1996)

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