I'm marrying the boy next door
He's organised and sensible
My mother thinks he's marvellous
The boy from number four

'He's really just so suitable
Reliable, responsible
A thoughtful boy, predictable
What could you ask for more?'

My mother's view's irrelevant
She seems to be quite unaware
I find him unappealing
Her future son-in-law

I want him unpredictable
Unsuitable, intolerant
A little unreliable
My fantasy amour.

The letter that I'm leaving them's
Convincing and informative
It tells them that I've gone in search
Of someone to adore.