My Marge Lyrics - Electric Light Orchestra

My marge 

My marge is such a delight 

She thrills me at night 

The second I turn out the light 

My marge is peaches to me 

When no-one can see 

She snuggle up is heavenly 

My marge squeeze me sqeeze me 

Take me home for tea 

Let's not stay out too late 

Cause your mother will be cross 

And I'll be down across her knee 

Y'know 

My marge speaks double dutch 

She's so ripe to touch 

That's why I love her very much 

O three three o 

And take me home for tea 

Let's not stay out too late 

Or your mother will be cross 

And I'll be down across her knee 

Y'know 

My marge is such a delight 

She thrills me at night 

The second I turn out the light 

O three three o ooh ooh! 

Y'know my marge 

I know 

She's a nice girl y'know 

I know 

She picks her nose 

Ugh! 

Throws the brown lumps over the right side 

The green lumps over the left side 

And everybody else says goodnight!