Yes I’ll marry you.
By Pam Ayres.
Yes, I'll marry you, my dear,
and here's the reason why;
So I can push you out of bed, when the baby starts to cry,
And if we hear a knocking and it's creepy and it's late,
I hand you the torch you see, and you investigate.
Yes I'll marry you my dear, you may not apprehend
it,
But when the tumble-drier goes, It's you that has to mend it,
You have to face the neighbour, should our Labrador attack him,
And if a drunkard fondles me, It's you that has to whack him.
Yes, I'll marry you, you’re virile and your lean,
my house is like a pigsty, you can help to keep it clean.
That sexy little dinner, which you served by candlelight,
as I do chipolatas, you can cook it every night!
It's you who has to work the drill and put up
curtain track,
And when I've got PMT, it's you who gets the flak,
I do see great advantages, but none of them for you,
And so before you see the light,
I do, I
do, I do!