-This a different perspective of the song "I Wanna Get Married" by Nellie McKay, written after reading too much Strindberg and watching too much Bergman.-
I Wanna Get Married (Male Version)
I wanna get married Yes make me your shill Drive me away and insane, while you go fuck your trainer And I'm stuck with the bill
I wanna get married Oh, I'll be your beard I want those mean looks that say, "Are you sure you're not gay?" And "My friends think you're weird."
I wanna escape This Strindberg we've created My heart is constipated I don't think I can purge it I just want our urges To merge like The way your shoe Merged with my head I'll reupholster the sofa The little pet gopher You wed I wanna get married I wish I was dead
I wanna invest In sex toys for the bedroom I wanna hear the sweet tune Of Rapid Rabbit's vroom vroom As you zoom Away on your broomstick To come has become A thing of the past You say it's not impo'tant and good things they never do last You'll invite over Cory and suggest renting porn Then you two will ignore me Dear God, why was I born?