I want to get married Yes, I need a spouse I want a nice Leave it to Beaverish Golden retriever and a little white house I want to get married I need to cook meals I want to pack you cute little lunches For my Brady bunches Then read Danielle Steele I want to escape This rat race I've created I'm feelin' enervated I don't care if I make it I just want to bake a sugar cake For you To take to work in the morn And I'll stay home cleaning the dishes And keeping your wishes all warm I want to get married That's why I was born I want to partake in bake sales for the classroom I want to hear the sweet tune Of Sally's little vroom-vroom As she zooms around my broom As I exhume the gloom Of my shallow life I want to be simple and honest and dimpled 'cause I am your wife I will never tarry I'm not even torn I want to get married That's why I was born