Marianne

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

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

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