I wanna get married Yes, I need a spouse I want a nice Leave it to Beaverish Golden retriever and a little white house I wanna get married I need to cook meals I wanna pack cute little lunches For my Brady bunches Then read Danielle Steele I wanna escape This rat race I've created I'm feeling 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 wanna get married That's why I was born I wanna partake in bake sales for the classroom I wanna 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 wanna be simple and honest and dimpled 'Cause I am your wife I never will tarry I'm not even torn I wanna get married That's why I was born