What’s yours is mine and what’s mines me own.
A marriage is made in money.
Don’t get me wrong we could be strong,
In the face of poverty and noses runny.
Sick as a dog, in health as well we swear.
That we will always love each other,
Don’t forget the “To Obey”,
Yer right and love the other’s mother.
Me daughters getting married,
And to these vows they’ll hold,
But secretly you know,
He’ll just do as he’s told.
So here’s to all the hubbies,
That suffer subjugation,
Every one that’s under thumb,
In each and every nation.