Ah ya my daughter Lizzie listen here, It is for you today, the wedding bells zu peale. It is for mir, the duty now, the time for you, the facts of life A ya ya ya The facts of live reveale. I have in innocence you up-ge-bring. The matter we no longer now can shirke. Bethinks these words by day und night, Ah goote noodle soup, Ah goote noodle soup, Ah goote noodle soup, Can vunders vorke.
With shveet geflavored is der honeymoon. But later can it nicht, forever always laste. Soon plenty chores in house to do, that love's shveet dreams in little bits, A ya ya ya In little bits can blaste. A man gemarried ist so often bored. In intimacy many dangers lurke. If he sometime your kiss ignore, Ah goote noodle soup, Ah goote noodle soup, Ah goote noodle soup, Can vunders vorke.
Die cutesy charms they fade like time und tide. The shkin gets yellow soon, the chin commence zu sagge. The back becomes in shpots too vide, und late at night the private talk, A ya ya ya The private talk can lagge. He reads the papers, leaves the night light on. You try so many things him up zu perke. My child remember shpecially then, Ah goote noodle soup, Ah goote noodle soup, Ah goote noodle soup, Can vunders vorke.
Transcirbed by Mark Gilston (listen to Miranda to get the accent right).