Lyrics
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 under the table
It's a very short day 'til 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