Yes, I'l Mary You, My Dear

Yes, I'll marry you, my dear, and here's the reason why;
So lcan push you out of bed when the baby siarts to cry,
And it we hear a knocking and if's creepy and if's late,
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 if's you that has to mend it,
You have to tace the neighbour should our labrador attack him,
And it a drunkard tondles me it's you that has to whack him.

Yes, I'll mary you, my dear, you' re virile and you're lean,
My house is like a pigsty, you can help to keep it clean.
And that litle sexy dinner which you served by candlelight,
As I just 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 the 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!