Yes, I'll marry you, my
dear, and here's the reason why;
So I can push you out of bed when the baby starts to
And if we hear a knocking and it's creepy and it's late,
I hand you the torch you see, and you investigate.
Yes I'll marry you, my
dear, you may not apprehend it,
But when the tumble-drier goes it's you that has to mend
You have to face the neighbour should our labrador
And if a drunkard fondles me it's you that has to whack
Yes, I'll marry
you, You're virile and you're lean,
My house is like a pigsty you can help to keep it clean.
That sexy little dinner which you served by candlelight,
As I do chipolatas, you can cook it every night!
It's you who has to
work the drill and put up curtain track,
And when I've got PMT it's you who gets the flak,
see great advantages,
But none of them for you, and so before you see the
I do, I do, I do!