Dont Marry Her

[Intro]
C G F G F C D7 G
C G F G F C
D7 G

[Verse 1]
C                 G
Think of you with pipe and slippers
F                  G
Think of her in bed
F                 C
Laying there just watching telly
D7                 G
Think of me instead
     C             G
I'll never grow so old and flabby
F                  G
That could never be
F               G     C
Don't marry her, fuck me

[Verse 2]
         C                          G
And your love light shines like cardboard
         F                    G
But your work shoes are glistening
        F         C
She's a PhD in "I told you so"
         D7                     G
You've a knighthood in "I'm not listening"
       C                   G
She'll grab your sweaty bollocks
     F                    G
Then slowly raise her knee
F               G     C
Don't marry her, fuck me

[Chorus]
        C                                 F        C
And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay
        F                               C
And you realise you can't make it anyway
You have to wash the car
         F                  C
Take the kiddies to the park
F               G     C
Don't marry her, fuck me

[Verse 3]
      C                G
Those lovely Sunday mornings
     F                       G
With breakfast brought in bed
      F                    C
Those blackbirds look like knitting needles
D7                      G
Trying to peck your head
      C                        G
Those birds will peck your soul out
    F                 G
And throw away the key
F               G     C
Don't marry her, fuck me

[Verse 4]
        C                  G
And the kitchen's always tidy
        F                      G
And the bathroom's always clean
           F             C
She's a diploma in "just hiding things"
         D7                   G
You've a first in "low esteem"
          C                G
When your socks smell of angels
         F                  G
But your life smells of Brie
F               G     C
Don't marry her, fuck me

[Chorus]
        C                                 F        C
And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay
        F                               C
And you realise you can't make it anyway
You have to wash the car
         F                  C
Take the kiddies to the park
F               G     C
Don't marry her, fuck me

[Interlude]
C G F G F C D7 G
C G F G F C D7 G
C G F G F C D7 G
C G F G F G

[Chorus]
C        C                                 F        C
 And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay
        F                               C
And you realise you can't make it anyway
You have to wash the car
         F                  C
Take the kiddies to the park
F               G     C
Don't marry her, fuck me