Don't Marry Her, Have Me Beautiful South Intro: [C] [C] [C] [C] Verse 1: [C] Think of you with [G] pipe and slippers, [F] Think of her in [G] bed [F] Laying there just [C] watching telly, [D7] Think of me in[G]stead I'll [C] never grow so [G] old and flabby, [F] That could never [G] be [F*] Don't marry [G*] her, have [C] me. Verse 2: Your [C] love light shines like [G] cardboard, Your [F] work shoes they are [G] glistening She's a [F] Phd in 'I [C] told you so', You've a [D7] knighthood in 'I'm not [G] listening' She’ll [C] always be be-[G]side you, [F] Bring you cups of [G] tea [F*] Don't marry [G*] her, have [C] me. |Chorus: |And the [C] Sunday sun shines down on San Fran-[F]cisco [C] Bay |And you [F] realize you can't make it any-[C]way |You have to wash the car |Take the [F] kiddies to the [C] park |[F*] Don't marry [G*] her, have [C] me. Verse 3: Those [C] lovely Sunday [G] mornings, With [F] breakfast brought in [G] bed Those [F] blackbirds look like [C] knitting needles, [D7] Trying to peck your [G] head Those [C] birds will peck your [G] soul out, And [F] throw away the [G] key [F*] Don't marry [G*] her, have [C] me. Verse 4: The [C] kitchen's always [G] tidy, The [F] bathroom's always [G] clean She's a di-[F]ploma in 'just [C] hiding things', You've a [D7] first in 'low es-[G]teem' Your [C] socks might smell of [G] angels, Your [F] life might smell of [G] Brie [F*] Don't marry [G*] her, have [C] me. |Chorus: |And the [C] Sunday sun shines down on San Fran-[F]cisco [C] Bay |And you [F] realize you can't make it any-[C]way |You have to wash the car |Take the [F] kiddies to the [C] park |[F*] Don't marry [G*] her, have [C] me. Outro: And the [C*] Sunday sun shines down on San Fran-[F*]cisco [C*] Bay And you [F*] realize you can't make it any-[C*]way You [C*] have to wash the car Take the [F*] kiddies to the [C*] park (Slowing) [F*] Don't marry [G*] her, have [C*] me.