Lyr Add: Don't Get Married Lads (Lynda Finn)

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Don't Get Married Lads
From: Bonnie Shaljean
Date: 12 May 10 - 05:33 AM

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Me too

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Don't Get Married Lads
From: alex s
Date: 12 May 10 - 05:23 AM

me like this

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Don't Get Married Lads
From: michaelr
Date: 11 May 10 - 09:58 PM

Sorry, you wrote it, I now see. Good job!

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Don't Get Married Lads
From: michaelr
Date: 11 May 10 - 09:57 PM

That's quite amusing, Linda - do you know who wrote it?

Puts me in mind of my own version which is posted here.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Don't Get Married Lads
From: Leadfingers
Date: 11 May 10 - 09:36 PM

Clever song Lynda - I assume that you HAVE credited Leon Rosselson who wrote the original - And B T W - The Aspeys (Gary and Vera) have a song by the same title , though I dont have the lyrics to compare with yours .

Subject: Lyr Add: DON'T GET MARRIED, LADS (Lynda Finn)
From: GUEST,Lynda Finn -Waitakere Folk Club NZ
Date: 11 May 10 - 08:38 PM

There's a popular song, often sung at Hen parties and weddings (too late by then) called, 'Don't Get Married Girls'.

Some time ago, in an effort to redress the balance and give the guys something to sing, I composed the following lines. If you'd like to use it, just drop me a line at waitakerefolkclub(at)yahoo.co.nz

Cheers

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DON'T GET MARRIED, LADS
(Lynda Finn)

Don't get married, lads – 'cos marriage is for bums
You may start off with a cracker but you'll end up with the crumbs
Be a banker, be a lawyer or a burglar on the run
But don't get married, lads, for marriage isn't fun

It's fine when you're romancing and she plays the lover's part
You're the knight in shining armour, you're the man who won her heart
And her love will last forever and she'll grant you every boon
But just wait until you're married then she'll sing a different tune

You're the bloke who digs the garden, mends the gate, unblocks the drains
And however hard you work, her dratted mother still complains
You're at work, she never sees you, you're at home beneath her feet
And those days when you were single seem impossible and sweet

So don't get married, lads, 'cos marriage can be mean
Those sexy nights you dreamed of will be few and far between
She's too tired, has a headache, feeling queasy, ill or sick,
So don't get married lads, 'cos marriage is a trick

Have you seen her in the morning without all her facial paint
And those bags beneath the eyes, it's quite enough to make you faint
You escape into the bathroom as the only peaceful place
And her stockings in the shower slap you in the bloody face

Once she wanted a protector, you were brave and good and strong
Then the New Man came in fashion, now your macho air's all wrong
So you try to win her favour, after all you're still her man
But she doesn't seem impressed with that new non stick frying pan

So don't get married, lads, all women are the same
Don't try to understand them, that's just a loser's game
Be a bouncer, be an engineer, a copper or a spy
But don't get married, lads, for marriage is a lie

When you come home in the evening and she's standing at the sink
All you want's a little cuddle – after that a great big drink
But the kids have played her up, the dog's been sick, the telly's broke,
And you think, not for the first time, it's a bugger being a bloke

Then at last here comes the weekend and a time for sleeping in
But she's set the clock for seven, as if sleeping is a sin
And she passes you a list of all the things you have to do
Mow the lawn, take out the garbage, mend the burst pipe in the loo

So don't get married lads, the warning's very clear
Unless you want to give up all your mates and sport and beer
Join the army, climb a mountain, or take up collecting bugs
But don't get married, lads, for marriage is for mugs

This warning has been given ever since the world began
But you'll fall into the tender trap like every other man

Lynda Finn (c) 2009