Bliss

So you want to be my girlfriend

Wax my moustache in the morning

I'll curse you over breakfast

Where's my coffee; call this a boiled egg?

It's runny, or hard

Yes, it's hard

I never said it would be fun

I never said it would be...

You think I need a son and daughter

To fetch my slippers, clean the chimney

I'll whip Johnny every Sunday

I'll lock Mary in the cupboard

All night long, she'll cry

Oh, she'll cry

I never said it would be fun

I never said it would be...

So you want to grow old with me

Paint my hair black in the evening

We'll go cruising on a liner

I'll be oozing in the china

And coughing

As we go to Mexico

I never said it would be fun

I never said it would be...