[00:00.00] 作词 : Heaton, Rotheray[00:01.00] 作曲 : Paul Heaton & Dave Rotheray[00:19.87]Think of you with pipe and slippers[00:22.17]Think of her in Bed[00:23.75][00:24.51]Laying there just watching telly[00:26.94]Then think of me instead[00:29.08]I'll never grow so old and flabby[00:31.76]That could never be[00:33.35][00:33.98]Don't marry her, **** me[00:37.38][00:38.93]And your love light shines like cardboard[00:40.37][00:41.28]But your work shoes are glistening[00:43.59]She's a Ph.D in 'I told you so'[00:46.03]You've a knighthood in 'I'm not listening'[00:48.39]She'll grab your sweaty bollocks[00:50.74]Then slowly raise her knee[00:53.48]Don't marry her, **** me[00:56.98][00:58.25]And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay[01:02.83]And you realise you can't make it anyway[01:07.59]You have to wash the car[01:09.67]Take the kiddies to the park[01:12.59]Don't marry her, **** me[01:15.77][01:17.35]Those lovely Sunday mornings[01:19.78]breakfast With brought in bed[01:22.01]Those blackbirds look like knitting needles[01:24.62]Trying to peck your head[01:26.80]Those birds will peck your soul out[01:29.24]And throw away the key[01:31.92]Don't marry her, **** me[01:35.10][01:36.59]And the kitchen's always tidy[01:38.91]And the bathroom's always clean[01:41.28]She's a diploma in 'just hiding things'[01:43.75]You've a first in 'low esteem'[01:45.99]When your socks smell of angels[01:48.56]But your life smells of brie[01:51.04]Don't marry her, **** me[01:54.46][01:55.77]And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay[02:00.40]And you realise you can't make it anyway[02:05.16]You have to wash the car[02:07.22]Take the kiddies to the park[02:10.16]Don't marry her, **** me[02:13.61][02:53.38]And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay[02:58.31]And you realise you can't make it anyway[03:03.35]You have to wash the car[03:05.66]Take the kiddies to the park[03:08.10][03:08.69]Don't marry her, **** me