Oh, Marianne
Please don't marry that insurance man
I just saw your picture in the paper
Surrounded by extensive wedding plans
Tell me this is just one of your capers
Say you haven't met with their demands
CHORUS:
Oh, Marianne
Love talks cheap and faster than I can
Oh, Marianne
Please don't marry that insurance man
I can't see you packing up his lunches
I can't see you diapering his son
You're the girl who always played her hunches
So how'd you figure out that this was one
CHORUS
I'm not saying I grew up in love with you
I'm sayin', "Why grow up at all?"
So tell that Hoosier boy to put on clean socks
And the finest double-knits that he can wear
'Cause when that invitation hits my mailbox
I'll see you at his funeral, my dear