Lyrics:

It ain't the way you stand there, the way you comb your hair,
The way you paint your eyebrows and make yourself look rare,
It ain't the way you go red when your stockings tear,
It's the way you say 'lovely day'.

It ain't the way you always seem to wake a half hour late,
And in the rush my eggs are always broken on the plate,
It ain't the way you make me wait Kate,
It's the way you say 'how d'you do' in the morning.

You ain't no saint but you're thinner than a sinner.

It ain't the way you ask me what it was that I just said,
Or the way you look so serious and say it's time we wed,
Or the way you grumble as I kick you out of bed,
It's the way you call 'cheerio' in the morning.

You aint no saint but you're thinner than a sinner.