| The man at the altar that is me | 
| How I got here I cannot recall | 
| It’s urgent I tell my wife-to-be | 
| That we should not wed at all | 
| You think you want to marry me | 
| But believe me that you don’t | 
| When he asks you, «Will you have this man?» | 
| Please tell him that you won’t | 
| It’s not too late to change your mind | 
| And let this whole thing go | 
| I’m not the man for you, you’ll find | 
| It’s better you say no | 
| I’m not the marrying kind, my sweet | 
| So if you become my wife | 
| You’ll find I’m a rover and a cheat | 
| And be sorry the rest of your life | 
| You think you want to marry me | 
| But believe me that you don’t | 
| When he asks you, «Will you have this man?» | 
| Please tell him that you won’t | 
| It’s not too late to change your mind | 
| And let this whole thing go | 
| I’m not the man for you, you’ll find | 
| It’s better you say no | 
| It’s not too late to change your mind | 
| And let this whole thing go | 
| I’m not the man for you, you’ll find | 
| It’s better you say no | 
| As I walked down the aisle to wed | 
| I never thought to hear | 
| What I was about to whisper softly | 
| In my darling’s ear | 
| I’m not a husband kind of guy | 
| Like roving too much, I guess | 
| And since I don’t want to make you cry | 
| For God’s sake, don’t say yes! | 
| It’s not too late to change your mind | 
| And let this whole thing go | 
| I’m not the man for you, you’ll find | 
| It’s better you say no | 
| It’s not too late to change your mind | 
| And let this whole thing go | 
| I’m not the man for you, you’ll find | 
| It’s better you say no |