[00:01.16]Don't get married girls, you'll sign away your life
[00:05.73]You may start off as a woman but you'll end up as the wife
[00:10.51]You could be a vestal virgin, take the veil and be a nun
[00:15.62]But don't get married girls for marriage isn't fun
[00:21.88]Oh, it's fine when you're romancing and he plays the lover's part
[00:26.97]You're the roses in his garden, you're the flame that warms his heart
[00:31.78]And his love will last forever and he'll promise you the moon
[00:36.71]But just wait until you're wedded, then he'll sing a different tune
[00:42.19]You're his tapioca pudding, you're the dumplings in his stew
[00:46.76]But he'll soon begin to wonder what he ever saw in you
[00:52.00]Still he takes without complaining all the dishes you provide
[00:56.76]For you see he's got to have his bit of jam tart on the side
[01:01.94]So don't get married girls, it's very badly paid
[01:06.72]You may start off as the mistress but you'll end up as the maid
[01:11.72]Be a daring deep sea diver, be a polished polyglot
[01:16.44]But don't get married girls, for marriage is a plot
[01:22.96]Have you seen him in the morning with a face that looks like death?
[01:27.80]With dandruff on his pillow and tobacco on his breath
[01:33.02]And he needs some reassurance with his cup of tea in bed
[01:37.44]For he's worried by the mortgage and the bald patch on his head
[01:42.61]And he's sure that your his mother, lays his head upon your breast
[01:47.10]So you try to boost his ego, iron his shirt and warm his vest
[01:51.92]Then you get him off to work, the mighty hunter is restored
[01:56.73]And he leaves you there with nothing but the dreams you can't afford
[02:02.25]So don't get married girls, men they're all the same
[02:06.97]They just use you when they need you, you'd do better on the game
[02:11.91]Be a call girl, be a stripper, be a hostess, be a whore
[02:17.16]But don't get married girls, for marriage is a bore
[02:23.68]When he comes home in the evening he can hardly spare a look
[02:28.59]All he says is "What's for dinner?" After all you're just the cook
[02:33.08]But when he takes you to a party, well, he eyes you with a frown
[02:38.21]For you know you've got to look your best, you mustn't let him down
[02:43.29]And he'll clutch you with that "Look-what-I've-got" twinkle in his eyes
[02:48.00]Like he's entered for a raffle and he's won you for the prize
[02:52.90]Ah, but when the party's over you'll be slogging through the sludge
[02:57.45]Half the time a decoration and the other half a drudge
[03:02.68]So don't get married, it'll drive you round the bend
[03:07.34]It's the lane without a turning, it's the end without an end
[03:12.17]Take a lover every Friday, take up tennis, be a nurse
[03:17.32]But don't get married girls, for marriage is a curse
[03:23.29]Then you get him off to work, the mighty hunter is restored
[03:29.09]And he leaves you there with nothing but the dreams you can't afford

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