Why did you marry? Oh, why did you marry? You could have been an actress You could have been a doctor You could have been somebody People wish they knew Why did you marry? Oh, why did you marry? Did no one ever tell you to fly to the moon To not get tied down too soon To shop around? Oh, all the places you’d go all the folks you'd meet They’d say that, "honey, you've still got it" But know that was 20-some-odd-years ago Today you’re just getting by; you’re just getting by Why did you marry, oh why did you marry Did somebody convinced you through sermons and songs That you could be happy Just tagging along? Oh, all the places you’d go all the folks you’d meet They’d say, "honey, thank god you didn’t end up Like all of the other girls on your street They’re just getting by; they’re just getting by" But I think that I know Yes, I know why you married It’s just like in the movies, the novels, and plays Where no one ever says, "thanks cary grant But I think I’ll just get my own place" Oh, all the places you’d go all the folks you'd meet They’d say that "honey, you still got it And guess what, we've all got it too, so pull up a seat We’re just getting by; we’re just getting by"