Oh, boy, it’s time to shed our clothes;
You can help remove my hose.
Rock and roll is here to stay;
The sheets are getting in the way.
Well, that was quick!  Now what to do?
That was it!   We’re really through?

While you’re at it, rub my feet.
Wait!   Could we just stop to eat?
Let’s get dressed and go somewhere.
Watch out!  You’ll mess my hair.
Whoa, look at that, you have a pimple
Right beside your left cheek dimple.

What was that noise that you just made?
It smells just like a rotten egg.
Excuse me, dear, I think it’s clear,
The smog won’t lift until next year.
My mother should have clued me in.
I love your boyish, sheepish grin.

Come over here and love on me;
I don’t want to watch TV.
Let’s go dancing; have some fun;
Too late now; it’s half past one.
You want to sleep?  That can’t be true.
What am I supposed to do?

Wake up, dear.  It’s time to go.
It’s time to let the marriage grow.
It’s too late now to start all this.
Let’s just seal it with a kiss. 
I’ll pack the bags.  You check the room.
We’re no longer bride and groom.