Don't Get Married
The DublinersVersion1
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Don't get married girl, You'll sign away your life
You may start off as a woman, But you'll end up as the wife
You could be a Vestal Virgin, Take the veil and be a nun
But don't get married girl, For marraige isn't fun
Oh it's fine when you're romancing, And he plays the lovers part
You're the roses in his garden, You're the flame that warms his heart
And his love will last forever, And he'll promise you the moon
But just wait until you're wedded, Then he'll sing a different tune
You're his tapioca pudding, You're the dumplings in his stew
But he'll soon begin to wonder, What he ever saw in you
Sure he takes without complaining, All the dishes you provide
For you see he's got to have, His bit of jam tart, On the side
So don't get married girls, It's very badly paid
You may start off as the mistress, But you'll end up as the maid
Be a daring deep sea diver, Be a polished polyglot
But don't get married girls, For marriage is a plot
Aarh you seen him in the morning, With a face that looks like death
With dandruff on his pillow, And tobacco on his breath
And he needs some reassurance, With his cup of tea in bed
For he's worried by the mortgage, And the bald patch on his head
And he's sure that you're his mother, Lays his head upon your breast
So you try to boost his ego, Iron his shirt, And warm his vest
Then you get him off to work, The mighty hunter is restored
And he leaves you there with nothing, But the dreams you can't afford
So don't get married girls, 'Cause men are all the same
They'll just use you, When they want you, You'd do better on the game
Be a call girl, Be a stripper, Be a hostess, Be a whore
But don't get married girls, For marriage is a bore
When he comes home in the evening, He can hardly spare a look
All he says is ''What's for dinner?'', After all you're just the cook
But when he takes you to a party, Where he eye's you with a frown
For you know you've got to look your best, You mustn't let him down
And he'll clutch you with that look,While 'ere's that twinkle in his eyes
Like he's entered for a raffle, And he's won you for the prize
Ahh but when the partys over, You'll be slogging through the sludge
Half the time a decoration, The other half, A drudge
So don't get married, It'll drive you round the bend
It's a lane without a turning, It's the end without an end
Take a lover every friday, Take up tennis, Be a nurse
But don't get married girls, For marriage is a curse
Then you get him off to work, The mighty hunter is restored
And he leaves you there with nothing, But the dreams you can't afford
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Readable chord sheet for Don't Get Married by The Dubliners
D[Em]on't get married girl, You'll s[A]ign away your [Em]life You may st[G]art off as a w[D]oman, But you'll e[C]nd up [D]as the [Em]wife You could [Em]be a Vestal Virgin, Take the v[A]eil and be a [Em]nun But d[G]on't get mar[D]ried girl, For mar[C]raige isn't [B7]fun Oh it's f[E]ine when you're romancing, And he p[Em]lays the lovers p[B7]art You're the ro[A]ses in his ga[E]rden, You're the f[Em]lame that warms his h[B7]eart And his l[A]ove will last fore[E]ver, And he'll pr[A]omise you the m[E]oon But just w[B7]ait until you're we[E]dded, Then he'll s[B7]ing a different t[E]une You're his tap[A]ioca pud[E]ding, You're the dum[A]plings in his s[E]tew But he'll so[A]on begin to wo[E]nder, What he [Em]ever saw in y[B7]ou Sure he ta[A]kes without compl[E]aining, All the di[A]shes you pr[E]ovide For you s[B7]ee he's got to h[E]ave, His bit of j[B7]am tart, On the s[E]ide So [Em]don't get married girls, It's v[A]ery badly p[Em]aid You may st[G]art off as the mis[D]tress, But you'll e[C]nd up [D]as the [Em]maid Be a da[Em]ring deep sea diver, Be a pol[A]ished po[Em]lyglot But d[G]on't get mar[D]ried girls, For mar[C]riage is a p[B7]lot Aarh you se[E]en him in the morning, With a f[Em]ace that looks like d[B7]eath With dan[A]druff on his pi[E]llow, And to[Em]bacco on his b[B7]reath And he ne[A]eds some reass[E]urance, With his c[A]up of tea in b[E]ed For he's wor[B7]ried by the mor[E]tgage, And the b[B7]ald patch on his h[E]ead And he's su[A]re that you're his mo[E]ther, Lays his h[A]ead upon your br[E]east So you t[A]ry to boost his e[E]go, Iron his s[Em]hirt, And warm his v[B7]est Then you g[A]et him off to w[E]ork, The mighty hu[A]nter is res[E]tored And he le[B7]aves you there with not[E]hing, But the dr[B7]eams you can't af[E]ford So d[Em]on't get married girls, 'Cause m[A]en are all the s[Em]ame They'll just u[G]se you, When they w[D]ant you, You'd do be[C]tter [D]on the g[Em]ame Be a c[Em]all girl, Be a stripper, Be a hos[A]tess, Be a w[Em]hore But d[G]on't get mar[D]ried girls, For mar[C]riage is a b[B7]ore When he co[E]mes home in the evening, He can h[Em]ardly spare a l[B7]ook All he sa[A]ys is ''What's for di[E]nner?'', After [Em]all you're just the c[B7]ook But when he ta[A]kes you to a pa[E]rty, Where he e[A]ye's you with a fr[E]own For you k[B7]now you've got to l[E]ook your best, You m[B7]ustn't let him d[E]own And he'll clu[A]tch you with that l[E]ook,While 'ere's that tw[A]inkle in his e[E]yes Like he's ent[A]ered for a ra[E]ffle, And he's [Em]won you for the p[B7]rize Ahh but w[A]hen the partys o[E]ver, You'll be slo[A]gging through the sl[E]udge Half the t[B7]ime a decor[E]ation, The o[B7]ther half, A dr[E]udge So d[Em]on't get married, It'll dr[A]ive you round the b[Em]end It's a l[G]ane without a tur[D]ning, It's the e[C]nd with[D]out an [Em]end Take a l[Em]over every friday, Take up te[A]nnis, Be a n[Em]urse But d[G]on't get mar[D]ried girls, For mar[C]riage is a c[B7]urse Then you g[A]et him off to wo[E]rk, The mighty hu[A]nter is res[E]tored And he lea[B7]ves you there with not[E]hing, But the dr[B7]eams you can't af[E]ford