Yes I ll marry you my dear by Pam Ayres,wedding reading
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 cry, 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 it, You have to face the neighbour should our labrador attack him, And if a drunkard fondles me it’s you that has to whack him.
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, I do see great advantages, But none of them for you, and so before you see the light, I do, I do, I do!