Written by Wim Venema
From The Lazy Sunday Dream album Midsland
Where have you been she screams in his face
Holding her breath and then holding her pace
Honey I know that look in your eye
You better make up some damn good lies
Honey I had to work till late
Hey don't make me laugh it's a quarter past eight
Baby you haven't been sleeping home tonight
You better make sure your alibi´s right
And the married man, he goes out every night
It's a pity she knows how much he lies
He's got two kids, a dog and a wife
A family man needs a family life
Married man he get´s fat and bald
He needs a proof he ain't grown too old
for the beautiful ladies
The married man don´t love her no more
Her place in his heart resembles a sore
But a divorce aint good for the kids
So he decided to keep it all hid
Like most of the men of his age he wonders
How to get out of the burden he´s under
He needs a girl to fit the dress
He bought for his wife, in ´65
And the married man died a long long time ago
When he said yes he should have said no
Bought himself a big fat Cadillac
With two fine girls sitting in the back
Make a big crash against a tree
And all of the girls go shouting
We never gonna get married
