She's a Ph. D in 'I told you so',
you've a knighthood in 'I'm not listening'.

She'll grab your sweaty Bollocks,
then 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 brougt 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 is always clean.
She's a diploma in 'just hiding things',
you've a first in 'low esteem'.

When your socks smlll 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.

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.