What do you know
She's good to go
Where'd the little ring
On her finger go
Telephone threw me out of bed this morning
Every time it rings
It brings me bad news
Broken man screaming at me through the receiver
Says I made Marmalade
Out of his June Cleaver
Every now and then you gotta'
Leave it to beaver
I think you're Married to my
Girlfriend
I think you're Married to my
Girlfriend
I think you're Married to my
Girl friend
My little red flower has
Turned to puce
The leading man has
The understudy blues
I saw that ring upon you're finger
The one that you took off
For you're Date after dinner
While you're flipping through you're black book trying to
Pick a winner
I think you're Married to my
Girlfriend
I think you're Married to my
Girlfriend
I think you're Married to my
Girl friend
When you wanna fess up
I just wanna throw up
Promise me you'd lie to me never
I think you're Married to my
Girlfriend
I think you're Married to my
Girlfriend
I think you're Married to my
Girl friend
I think you're Married to my
Girlfriend
I think you're Married to my
Girlfriend
I think you're Married to my
Girl friend
What do you know
She's good to go
Where'd the little ring
On her finger go
Oh so good