Dont Get Married Girls

Am D Am Don't get married girl, You'll sign away your life C G F G Am You may start off as a woman, But you'll end up as the wife Am D Am You could be a Vestal Virgin, Take the veil and be a nun C G F E7 But don't get married girl, For marraige isn't fun A Am E7 Oh it's fine when you're romancing, And he plays the lovers part D A Am E7 You're the roses in his garden, You're the flame that warms his heart D A D A And his love will last forever, And he'll promise you the moon E7 A E7 A But just wait until you're wedded, Then he'll sing a different tune D A D A You're his tapioca pudding, You're the dumplings in his stew D A Am E7 But he'll soon begin to wonder, What he ever saw in you D A D A Sure he takes without complaining, All the dishes you provide E7 A E7 A For you see he's got to have, His bit of jam tart, On the side Am D Am So don't get married girls, It's very badly paid C G F G Am You may start off as the mistress, But you'll end up as the maid Am D Am Be a daring deep sea diver, Be a polished polyglot C G F E7 But don't get married girls, For marriage is a plot A Am E7 Aarh you seen him in the morning, With a face that looks like death D A Am E7 With dandruff on his pillow, And tobacco on his breath D A D A And he needs some reassurance, With his cup of tea in bed E7 A E7 A For he's worried by the mortgage, And the bald patch on his head D A D A And he's sure that you're his mother, Lays his head upon your breast D A Am E7 So you try to boost his ego, Iron his shirt, And warm his vest D A D A Then you get him off to work, The mighty hunter is restored E7 A E7 A And he leaves you there with nothing, But the dreams you can't afford Am D Am So don't get married girls, 'Cause men are all the same C G F G Am They'll just use you, When they want you, You'd do better on the game Am D Am Be a call girl, Be a stripper, Be a hostess, Be a whore C G F E7 But don't get married girls, For marriage is a bore A Am E7 When he comes home in the evening, He can hardly spare a look D A Am E7 All he says is ''What's for dinner?'', After all you're just the cook D A D A But when he takes you to a party, Where he eye's you with a frown E7 A E7 A For you know you've got to look your best, You mustn't let him down D A D A And he'll clutch you with that look,While 'ere's that twinkle in his eyes D A Am E7 Like he's entered for a raffle, And he's won you for the prize D A D A Ahh but when the partys over, You'll be slogging through the sludge E7 A E7 A Half the time a decoration, The other half, A drudge Am D Am So don't get married, It'll drive you round the bend C G F G Am It's a lane without a turning, It's the end without an end Am D Am Take a lover every friday, Take up tennis, Be a nurse C G F E7 But don't get married girls, For marriage is a curse D A D A Then you get him off to work, The mighty hunter is restored E7 A E7 A And he leaves you there with nothing, But the dreams you can't afford