Don't Marry Her, Have Me (Maggie) 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 [C] 'Told you so', you've a [D7] knighthood in ' Not [G] listenin'; 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] kids 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] kids to the [C] park |[F*] Don't marry [G*] her, have [C ] me. [C*]