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Now we're agreed that we're in love |
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We'll have to face the lah-di-dah, |
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The eyewash, all of the fancy pantomime |
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I love you very much |
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I'll try love, I'll bill and coo |
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With your gruesome Auntie Susan |
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I'll stay calm, I'll play it cool |
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I'll let your tetchy uncles |
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Get me back up, cross my heart |
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And I shan't get shirty when they say I look peculiar |
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I'll be nice to your mother, |
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I'll come all over lah-di-dah |
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Although she always gets up me nose |
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I love you very much |
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And so I'll smile and I'll acquiesce |
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When she invites me to caress |
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Her scabby cat |
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I'll sit still while she knits |
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And witters, cross my heart |
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And I shan't lay a finger on the crabby old batface |
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I'll be polite to your daddy, |
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Frightfully lah-di-dah |
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Although he always bores me to my boots, |
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I love you very much |
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And so I won't boo and hiss |
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When he starts to reminisce |
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I won't drop off, I won't flare up |
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The runs he used to score |
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And how he won the war, cross my heart |
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But I'll have to grit me teeth when he goes on about his rupture |
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I'll behave at the wedding breakfast |
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I'll be lah-di-dah |
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So help me, hearty toasts and risky jokes |
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I love you very much |
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So help me, I'll force a laugh |
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For the flicking photographs |
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So have no fear, I won't turn tail |
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I won't run amuck when the females chuck |
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Confetti in my ears |
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And cross me heart love, I'll keep off the pale ale |
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When we're off on our own |
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No more lah-di-bloody-dah |
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I promise, we just won't have the time |
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We won't have time for such |
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Such fancy pantomimes |
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I love you far too much |
