Marge Bouvier

There's no point in trying to be The boy all the pretty girls need You'll only get met with rejection so take it from me There's no point in wasting your time Waiting for girls in the dry There's plenty of fish in the sea more deserving if your lines Oh but why should they Throw it all away Just to please me Like old Marge Bouvier I'm departed for heartache so it'd seem For a half-baked realty reality That means I'll never own a home I guess that's why it's called the Australian dream I need somebody to hold me Cause it's cold in the ocean and nobody told me I'll scream for a queen that looks good, cooks and cleans But I'll bleed for a woman that scolds me Oh but why should they Throw it all away Just to please me Like old Marge Bouvier Oh but why should they Throw it all away Just to please me Like old Marge Bouvier I choo-choo-choose you Just try I choo-choo-choose you Just try Just try