[00:00.00] 作词 : Heaton, Rotheray[00:01.00] 作曲 : Paul Heaton & Dave Rotheray[00:14.10]Think of you with pipe and slippers[00:21.54]Think of her in bed[00:23.45]Laying there just watching telly[00:26.73]Then think of me instead[00:28.70]I'll never grow so old and flabby[00:31.48]That could never be[00:33.82]Don't marry her, for me[00:37.86]And your love light shines like cardboard[00:40.81]But your work shoes are glistening[00:43.28]She's a PhD in "I told you so"[00:45.60]You've a knighthood in "I'm not listening"[00:47.70]She'll grab your sweaty bollocks[00:50.29]Then slowly raise her knee[00:52.72]Don't marry her, for me[00:56.70]And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay[01:02.08]And you realise you can't make it anyway[01:06.67]You have to wash the car[01:09.20]Take the kiddies to the park[01:12.27]Don't marry her, for me[01:17.08]Those lovely Sunday mornings[01:19.67]With breakfast brought in bed[01:22.00]Those blackbirds look like knitting needles[01:24.33]Trying to peck your head[01:26.75]Those birds will peck your soul out[01:29.21]And throw away the key[01:31.48]Don't marry her, for me[01:35.85]And the kitchen's always tidy[01:38.80]And the bathroom's always clean[01:40.64]She's a diploma in "just hiding things"[01:43.19]You've a first in "low esteem"[01:45.46]When your socks smell of angels[01:47.83]But your life smells of Brie[01:50.77]Don't marry her, for me[01:55.11]And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay[02:00.02]And you realise you can't make it anyway[02:04.05]You have to wash the car[02:07.09]Take the kiddies to the park[02:09.51]Don't marry her, for me[02:17.51][02:52.25]And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay[02:58.82]And you realise you can't make it anyway[03:04.08]You have to wash the car[03:05.93]Take the kiddies to the park[03:08.33]Don't marry her, for me