Think of you with a pipe and slippers   Think of her in bed   Laying there just watching tele    Think of me instead       I'll never grow so old and flabby   That could never be    Don't marry her have me      Your love life shines of cardboard   But your work shoes are glistning    shes a Phd and i told you so    Your a knight hood and im not listening      She'll grab your Sandra Bullocks    And slowly raise her knee   Don't marry her have me      Chorus   And the Sunday Sun shines down on san Francisco bay   And you realise you can't make it any way    You'll have to wash the car take the kids to the park dont marry her    have me      those lovely Sunday morings    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      Chorus