A Little Night Music: The Miller's Son

I shall marry the miller's son
 Pin my hat on a nice piece of property
 Friday nights, for a bit of fun
 We'll go dancing
 Meanwhile...
 It's a wink and a wiggle and a giggle on the grass
 And I'll trip the light fandango
 A pinch and a diddle in the middle of what passes by
 It's a very short road from the pinch and the punch
 To the paunch and the pouch and the pension
 It's a very short road to the ten thousandth lunch
 And the belch and the grouch and the sigh
 In the meanwhile, there are mouths to be kissed
 Before mouths to be fed
 And a lot in between in the meanwhile
 And a girl ought to celebrate what passes by!
 Or I shall marry the business man
 Five fat babies and lots of security
 Friday nights, if we think we can
 We'll go dancing
 Meanwhile...
 It's a push and a fumble and a tumble in the sheets
 And I'll foot the highland fancy
 A dip in the butter and a flutter with what meets my eye
 It's a very short fetch from the push and the whoop
 To the squint and the stoop and the mumble
 It's not much of a stretch to the cribs and the croup
 And the bosoms that droop and go dry
 In the meanwhile, there are mouths to be kissed
 Before mouths to be fed
 And there's many a tryst and there's many a bed
 To be sampled and seen in the meanwhile
 And a girl has to celebrate what passes by!
 Or I shall marry the Prince of Wales
 Pearls and servants and dressing for festivals
 Friday nights, with him all in tails
 We'll have dancing
 Meanwhile...
 It's a rip in the bustle and a rustle in the hay
 And I'll pitch the quick fantastic
 With flings of confetti and my petticoats away up high
 It's a very short way from the fling that's for fun
 To the thigh pressing under the table
 It's a very short day 'til you're stuck with just one
 Or it has to be done on the sly
 In the meanwhile, there are mouths to be kissed
 Before mouths to be fed
 And there's many a tryst and there's many a bed
 There's a lot I'll have missed
 But I'll not have been dead when I die!
 And a person should celebrate everything passing by!
 And I shall marry the miller's son...