I shall marry the miller's son,
Pin my hat on a nice piece of property
Friday nights, for a bit of fun,
We'll go dancing
Meanwhile
It's a wink and a wiggle and a giggle in the grass
And I'll trip the light fandango,
A pinch and a diddle in the middle of what passes by
It's a very short road
From the pinch and the punch
To the paunch and the pouch
And the pension
It's a very short road
To the ten thousandth lunch
And the belch and the grouch
And the sigh
In the meanwhile,
There are mouths to be kissed
Before mouths to be fed,
And a lot in between
In the meanwhile
And a girl ought to celebrate what passes by
Or I shall marry the businessman,
Five fat babies and lots of security
Friday nights, if we think we can,
We'll go dancing
Meanwhile
It's a push and a fumble and a tumble in the sheets
And I'll foot the highland fancy,
A dip in the butter and a flutter with what meets my eye
It's a very short fetch
From the push and the whoop
To the squint and the stoop
And the mumble
It's not much of a stretch
To the cribs and the croup
And the bosoms that droop
And go dry
In the meanwhile,
There are mouths to be kissed
Before mouths to be fed,
And there's many a tryst
And there's many a bed
To be sampled and seen
In the meanwhile
And a girl has to celebrate what passes by
Or I shall marry the Prince of Wales,
Pearls and servants and dressing for festivals
Friday nights, with him all in tails,
We'll have dancing
Meanwhile
It's a rip in the bustle and a rustle in the hay
And I'll pitch the quick fantastic,
With flings of confetti and my petticoats away up high
It's a very short way
From the fling that's for fun
To the thigh pressing un-
Der the table
It's a very short day
Till you're stuck with just one
Or it has to be done
On the sly
In the meanwhile,
There are mouths to be kissed
Before mouths to be fed,
And there's many a tryst
And there's many a bed,
There's a lot I'll have missed
But I'll not have been dead
When I die
And a person should celebrate everything
Passing by
And I shall marry the miller's son