Lyrics:

[ERMA (spoken)]
Come on, fellas, gettin' married's for the birds.
Who needs it?

[CREW (spoken)]
We do!

[ERMA (spoken)]
Yeah?

[ERMA]
Buddie, beware
Buddie, better take care
Though at heart I'm a pearl
I'm a difficult girl
So, buddie, beware

When I go to a show
I prefer the first row
When invited to dine
I can't eat without wine
So, buddie beware

During Christmas holidays
I develop taking ways
And I'm not at all anti
Pretty things Santy
Brings from Cartier's

Your devotion I prize
But you must realize, my boys
Other girl's luxuries
Are my necessities
So, buddie, beware

Buddie, beware
Buddie, better take care
Since the day I was weened
I'm a caviar fiend
So buddie, beware

I feel I should put you right
As I lie in bed at night
While the twinkling stars gleam on
With my cold cream on
I'm a lovely sight
And another thing too
When I'm married to you, my sweet
If to come home you fail
I'll open all your mail
So, buddie, beware