The Dubliners - Don't Get Married download song

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Oh but when the party s over, so don t get married girls Don't, be a daring deep sea diver
It s very badly paid, be a call girl, be a polished polyglot
For marriage is a bore, don t get married girls
Like he s entered for a raffle, half the time a decoration Married, with his cup of tea in bed
So don t get married girls, he can hardly spare a look
With a face that looks like death, look what i ve got twinkle in his eyes Don't, all he says is what s for dinner?
You may start off as a woman, all he says is what s for dinner? The, and he needs some reassurance
the mighty hunter is restored

be a daring deep sea diver
Well he eyes you with a frown, but he ll soon begin to wonder, lays his head upon your breast
But the dreams you can t afford, when he comes home in the morning
But the dreams you can t afford, but just wait until you re wedded, but don t get married girls
You re his tapioca pudding, lays his head upon your breast Married, with his cup of tea in bed
They just use you when you need you, oh but when the party s over
And he needs some reassurance, lays his head upon your breast Dubliners, what he ever saw in you
for marriage is a plot

after all you re just the cook
Be a stripper, be a daring deep sea diver
Take the veil and be a nun, and the other half a drudge, be a call girl
they just use you when you need you
be a polished polyglot
His bit of jam tart on the side, and the other half a drudge Get, with his cup of tea in bed
What he ever saw in you, but the dreams you can t afford
men are all the same

Be a stripper, it ll drive you round the bend, lays his head upon your breast
be a hostess
You re his tapioca pudding, you d do better on the game, with his cup of tea in bed
And he leaves you there with nothing, his bit of jam tart on the side The, all the dishes you provide
He can hardly spare a look, and he leaves you there with nothing
but don t get married girls
with a face that looks like death
take a lover every friday

iron his shirt and warm his vest
It s the end without an end, still he takes without complaining Dubliners, so don t get married girls
but don t get married girls
It s very badly paid, what he ever saw in you The, but don t get married girls
But he ll soon begin to wonder, it s very badly paid
and he plays the lover s part
Be a hostess, lays his head upon your breast
Oh but when the party s over, so don t get married girls, after all you re just the cook

You re the flame that warms his heart, but he ll soon begin to wonder, be a call girl
but you ll end up as the maid
But he ll soon begin to wonder, for marriage is a bore
They just use you when you need you, still he takes without complaining
All the dishes you provide, what he ever saw in you
But just wait until you re wedded, you may start off as a woman
and he s sure that you re his mother
you could be a vestal virgin

but don t get married girls
don t get married girls
be a polished polyglot
and the other half a drudge
When he comes home in the morning, and he plays the lover s part, then you get him off to work
you re the flame that warms his heart
When he comes home in the morning, the mighty hunter is restored Dubliners, so don t get married girls