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Don't Marry Her   别娶她

--- by The Beautiful South  

Think of you with pipe and slippers

想起叼着烟斗穿着拖鞋的你

Think of her in bed

想起她象只孵蛋鸡

Laying there just watching telly

卧在床上只是看电视

Then think of me instead

然后又想起我自己

I'll never grow so old and flabby

我永远不会那么老朽

That could never be

也不会永远那样无力

Don't marry her, fuck me

别娶她 就和我连理

And your love light shines like cardboard

你的爱象糙纸板那样暗淡

But your work shoes are glistening

但你的工作鞋却锃亮

She's a PhD in "I told you so"

她的专业词汇是“我告诉过不要那样懒”

You've a knighthood in "I'm not listening"

而你的骑士风度是“我太忙”

She'll grab your sweaty bollocks

她根本不给你说话的权利

Then slowly raise her knee

然后慢慢抬起膝盖踢你

Don't marry her, fuck me

别娶她 就和我连理

And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay

周日的阳光洒满了旧金山海湾

And you realise you can't make it anyway

可你知道自己无论如何也不能去逛一逛

You have to wash the car

汽车在等你起洗

Take the kiddies to the park

孩子们在等你带他们去公园

Don't marry her, fuck me

别娶她 就和我连理

Those lovely Sunday mornings

那些可爱的周日的清晨

With breakfast brought in bed

你得把早饭送到床边

Those blackbirds look like knitting needles

还有象上下针一样的乌鸦

Trying to peck your head

在折磨着你的脑瓜

Those birds will peck your soul out

那些乌鸦会啄出你的灵魂

And throw away the key

并把它随便就丢弃

Don't marry her, fuck me

别娶她 就和我连理

And the kitchen's always tidy

浴室永远要刷得干干净净

And the bathroom's always clean

厨房也永远要摆得整整齐齐

She's a diploma in "just hiding things"

她的专业词汇是“把东西都收起”

You've a first in "low esteem"

而你却不得不低声下气

When your socks smell of angels

尽管你袜子的味道像那天使

But your life smells of Brie

但你的生活却充满酸臭气

Don't marry her, fuck me

别娶她 就和我连理

And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay

周日的阳光洒满了旧金山海湾

And you realise you can't make it anyway

可你知道自己无论如何也不能去逛一逛

You have to wash the car

汽车在等你起洗

Take the kiddies to the park

孩子们在等你带他们去公园

Don't marry her, fuck me

别娶她 就和我连理

And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay

周日的阳光洒满了旧金山海湾

And you realise you can't make it anyway

可你知道自己无论如何也不能去逛一逛

You have to wash the car

汽车在等你起洗

Take the kiddies to the park

孩子们在等你带他们去公园

Don't marry her, fuck me

别娶她 就和我连理