Em A Em Don't get married girl, You'll sign away your life G D C D Em You may start off as a woman, But you'll end up as the wife Em A Em You could be a Vestal Virgin, Take the veil and be a nun G D C B7 But don't get married girl, For marraige isn't fun E Em B7 Oh it's fine when you're romancing, And he plays the lovers part A E Em B7 You're the roses in his garden, You're the flame that warms his heart A E A E And his love will last forever, And he'll promise you the moon B7 E B7 E But just wait until you're wedded, Then he'll sing a different tune A E A E You're his tapioca pudding, You're the dumplings in his stew A E Em B7 But he'll soon begin to wonder, What he ever saw in you A E A E Sure he takes without complaining, All the dishes you provide B7 E B7 E For you see he's got to have, His bit of jam tart, On the side Em A Em So don't get married girls, It's very badly paid G D C D Em You may start off as the mistress, But you'll end up as the maid Em A Em Be a daring deep sea diver, Be a polished polyglot G D C B7 But don't get married girls, For marriage is a plot E Em B7 Aarh you seen him in the morning, With a face that looks like death A E Em B7 With dandruff on his pillow, And tobacco on his breath A E A E And he needs some reassurance, With his cup of tea in bed B7 E B7 E For he's worried by the mortgage, And the bald patch on his head A E A E And he's sure that you're his mother, Lays his head upon your breast A E Em B7 So you try to boost his ego, Iron his shirt, And warm his vest A E A E Then you get him off to work, The mighty hunter is restored B7 E B7 E And he leaves you there with nothing, But the dreams you can't afford Em A Em So don't get married girls, 'Cause men are all the same G D C D Em They'll just use you, When they want you, You'd do better on the game Em A Em Be a call girl, Be a stripper, Be a hostess, Be a whore G D C B7 But don't get married girls, For marriage is a bore E Em B7 When he comes home in the evening, He can hardly spare a look A E Em B7 All he says is ''What's for dinner?'', After all you're just the cook A E A E But when he takes you to a party, Where he eye's you with a frown B7 E B7 E For you know you've got to look your best, You mustn't let him down A E A E And he'll clutch you with that look,While 'ere's that twinkle in his eyes A E Em B7 Like he's entered for a raffle, And he's won you for the prize A E A E Ahh but when the partys over, You'll be slogging through the sludge B7 E B7 E Half the time a decoration, The other half, A drudge Em A Em So don't get married, It'll drive you round the bend G D C D Em It's a lane without a turning, It's the end without an end Em A Em Take a lover every friday, Take up tennis, Be a nurse G D C B7 But don't get married girls, For marriage is a curse A E A E Then you get him off to work, The mighty hunter is restored B7 E B7 E And he leaves you there with nothing, But the dreams you can't afford
