E5 A5 E5 Don't get married girl, You'll sign away your life G5 D5 C5 D5 E5 You may start off as a woman, But you'll end up as the wife E5 A5 E5 You could be a Vestal Virgin, Take the veil and be a nun G5 D5 C5 B5 But don't get married girl, For marraige isn't fun E5 E5 B5 Oh it's fine when you're romancing, And he plays the lovers part A5 E5 E5 B5 You're the roses in his garden, You're the flame that warms his heart A5 E5 A5 E5 And his love will last forever, And he'll promise you the moon B5 E5 B5 E5 But just wait until you're wedded, Then he'll sing a different tune A5 E5 A5 E5 You're his tapioca pudding, You're the dumplings in his stew A5 E5 E5 B5 But he'll soon begin to wonder, What he ever saw in you A5 E5 A5 E5 Sure he takes without complaining, All the dishes you provide B5 E5 B5 E5 For you see he's got to have, His bit of jam tart, On the side E5 A5 E5 So don't get married girls, It's very badly paid G5 D5 C5 D5 E5 You may start off as the mistress, But you'll end up as the maid E5 A5 E5 Be a daring deep sea diver, Be a polished polyglot G5 D5 C5 B5 But don't get married girls, For marriage is a plot E5 E5 B5 Aarh you seen him in the morning, With a face that looks like death A5 E5 E5 B5 With dandruff on his pillow, And tobacco on his breath A5 E5 A5 E5 And he needs some reassurance, With his cup of tea in bed B5 E5 B5 E5 For he's worried by the mortgage, And the bald patch on his head A5 E5 A5 E5 And he's sure that you're his mother, Lays his head upon your breast A5 E5 E5 B5 So you try to boost his ego, Iron his shirt, And warm his vest A5 E5 A5 E5 Then you get him off to work, The mighty hunter is restored B5 E5 B5 E5 And he leaves you there with nothing, But the dreams you can't afford E5 A5 E5 So don't get married girls, 'Cause men are all the same G5 D5 C5 D5 E5 They'll just use you, When they want you, You'd do better on the game E5 A5 E5 Be a call girl, Be a stripper, Be a hostess, Be a whore G5 D5 C5 B5 But don't get married girls, For marriage is a bore E5 E5 B5 When he comes home in the evening, He can hardly spare a look A5 E5 E5 B5 All he says is ''What's for dinner?'', After all you're just the cook A5 E5 A5 E5 But when he takes you to a party, Where he eye's you with a frown B5 E5 B5 E5 For you know you've got to look your best, You mustn't let him down A5 E5 A5 E5 And he'll clutch you with that look,While 'ere's that twinkle in his eyes A5 E5 E5 B5 Like he's entered for a raffle, And he's won you for the prize A5 E5 A5 E5 Ahh but when the partys over, You'll be slogging through the sludge B5 E5 B5 E5 Half the time a decoration, The other half, A drudge E5 A5 E5 So don't get married, It'll drive you round the bend G5 D5 C5 D5 E5 It's a lane without a turning, It's the end without an end E5 A5 E5 Take a lover every friday, Take up tennis, Be a nurse G5 D5 C5 B5 But don't get married girls, For marriage is a curse A5 E5 A5 E5 Then you get him off to work, The mighty hunter is restored B5 E5 B5 E5 And he leaves you there with nothing, But the dreams you can't afford
