Don't Marry Her
The Beautiful South Lyrics
Think of you with pipe and slippers
Think of her in bed
Laying there just watching telly
Then think of me instead
I'll never grow so old and flabby
That could never be
Don't marry her, fuck me
And your love light shines like cardboard
She's a PhD in "I told you so"
You've a knighthood in "I'm not listening"
She'll grab your sweaty bollocks
Then slowly raise her knee
Don't marry her, fuck me
When the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay
And you know that you can't have it anyway
You gotta wash the car
Take the kiddies to the park
Don't marry her, fuck me
Those lovely Sunday mornings
With breakfast brought in bed
Those blackbirds look like knitting needles
Trying to peck your head
Those birds will peck your soul out
And throw away the key
Don't marry her, fuck me
And the kitchen's always tidy
And the bathroom's always clean
She's a diploma in "just hiding things"
You've a first in "low esteem"
When your socks smell of angels
But your life smells of Brie
Don't marry her, fuck me
And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay
And you realize you can't make it anyway
You have to wash the car
Take the kiddies to the park
Don't marry her, fuck me
And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay
And you realize you can't make it anyway
You have to wash the car
Take the kiddies to the park
Don't marry her, fuck me
Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DAVE ROTHERAY, PAUL HEATON
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"Don't Marry Her" is a song by the Beautiful South, which was the opening track from their album "Blue is the Colour". Vocalist Jacqui Abbott begs a man to run away with her from the woman he is going to marry, and attempts to sway him by describing what she thinks married life with the other woman will be like- she paints a very uninviting picture. The song contained several expletives on the album version, but a cleaner version was released for radio. Read Full Bio"Don't Marry Her" is a song by the Beautiful South, which was the opening track from their album "Blue is the Colour". Vocalist Jacqui Abbott begs a man to run away with her from the woman he is going to marry, and attempts to sway him by describing what she thinks married life with the other woman will be like- she paints a very uninviting picture. The song contained several expletives on the album version, but a cleaner version was released for radio. This version substituted the name of the actress Sandra Bullock, for one of its expletives as well as 'have me' in parenthesis in the title rather than another expletive.
The song spent ten weeks on the UK Singles Chart, peaking at #8.
The song spent ten weeks on the UK Singles Chart, peaking at #8.
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Prithvi
Think of you with pipe and slippers
Think of her in bed
Laying there just watching telly
Then think of me instead
I'll never grow so old and flabby
That could never be
Don't marry her, fuck me
And your love light shines like cardboard
But your work shoes are glistening
She's a PhD in "I told you so"
You've a knighthood in "I'm not listening"
She'll grab your sweaty bollocks
Then slowly raise her knee
Don't marry her, fuck me
When the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay
And you know that you can't have it anyway
You gotta wash the car
Take the kiddies to the park
Don't marry her, fuck me
Those lovely Sunday mornings
With breakfast brought in bed
Those blackbirds look like knitting needles
Trying to peck your head
Those birds will peck your soul out
And throw away the key
Don't marry her, fuck me
And the kitchen's always tidy
And the bathroom's always clean
She's a diploma in "just hiding things"
You've a first in "low esteem"
When your socks smell of angels
But your life smells of Brie
Don't marry her, fuck me
And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay
And you realize you can't make it anyway
You have to wash the car
Take the kiddies to the park
Don't marry her, fuck me
And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay
And you realize you can't make it anyway
You have to wash the car
Take the kiddies to the park
Don't marry her, fuck me
Craig
Think of you with pipe and slippers
Think of her in bed
Laying there just watching telly
Then think of me instead
I'll never grow so old and flabby
That could never be
Don't marry her, fuck me
And your love light shines like cardboard
But your work shoes are glistening
She's a PhD in "I told you so"
You've a knighthood in "I'm not listening"
She'll grab your sweaty bollocks
Then slowly raise her knee
Don't marry her, fuck me
When the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay
And you know that you can't have it anyway
You gotta wash the car
Take the kiddies to the park
Don't marry her, fuck me
Those lovely Sunday mornings
With breakfast brought in bed
Those blackbirds look like knitting needles
Trying to peck your head
Those birds will peck your soul out
And throw away the key
Don't marry her, fuck me
And the kitchen's always tidy
And the bathroom's always clean
She's a diploma in "just hiding things"
You've a first in "low esteem"
When your socks smell of angels
But your life smells of Brie
Don't marry her, fuck me
And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay
And you realize you can't make it anyway
You have to wash the car
Take the kiddies to the park
Don't marry her, fuck me
And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay
And you realize you can't make it anyway
You have to wash the car
Take the kiddies to the park
Don't marry her, fuck me
LUCY STEVENS
Off to see Paul Heaton live tomorrow night
Erin MacPherson
I heard the clean version on the radio a few days ago and recognized the tune. turns out my mother used to play me the explicit version when I was 2 or 3 whenever we were in the car π
rodney day
Good Mum π
Shortall Liam
Erin, your mother gave you a good education from a young age, lucky you!
Antony Tucker
Imagine it being one of the first songs I learnt on the guitar when I was 9 πππ I only found out about the explicit version years later!
Krullespam
The difference is small. I wonder if I would notice it, if I were paying attention to s.th. else.
Don't marry her, but me.
Douglas Stocks
@irene s as Billy Connolly, famously said in his song a four letter word. It shouldn't be said in front of polite company. If you knew their pasts they've not only have they said it but done it as well
Dave Brown
Great group great song this is the only version
Exoamylase
I've known this song for 20 years and only just found out there's an explicit version. Mind blown.
Test Toon
I am the opposite, I did not know that there was a non explicit version!