MARRIED TOMORROW ƒ G Am C D B7 F#m He's getting married tomorrow, he's under the thumb Married tomorrow, to a bird with a big bum A virgin on Wednesday, now he's a dad The only shag he's ever had And she will nag nag nag nag nag you every minute She'll say no no no we're staying in tonight Hide that season ticket, or she'll bin it Friday night, Price is Right, babysit for life He's getting married tomorrow, he's not going south Married tomorrow, to a bird with a big mouth Not going Wembley, he's going to church All coz his johnny bag burst ©1998 The Macc Lads HORRID HUNDRED