Marry Freddy! What an infantile idea, what a heartless, wicked, brainless thing to do....

Professor Henry Higgins: Marry Freddy! What an infantile idea, what a heartless, wicked, brainless thing to do. She'll regret it. She'll regret it! It's doomed before they even take the vow. [sings] Professor Henry Higgins: I can see her now, "Mrs. Freddy Einsford-Hill," in a wretched little flat above a store. I can see her now! Not a penny in the till, and a bill-collector beating at the door! She'll try to teach the things *I* taught her... and end up selling flowers instead! Begging for her bread and water! While her husband has his breakfast in bed! In a year or so, when she's prematurely gray, and the blossom in her cheek has turned to chalk, she'll come home, and lo! He'll have upped and run away with a social climbing heiress from New York! Poor Eliza! How simply frightful! How humiliating! How *delightful*!

Marry Freddy. What an infantile idea. What a heartless, wicked, brainless thing to do. But she'll regret it. She'll regret it. It's doomed before they even take the vow. I can see her now Mrs. Freddy Eynsford-Hill In a wretched little flat Above a store I can see her now Not a penny in the till And a bill collector Beating at the door She'll try to teach the things I taught her And end up selling flowers instead Begging for her bread and water While her husband Has his breakfast in bed In a year or so When she's prematurely gray And the blossom in her cheek Has turned to chalk She'll come home, and lo He'll have upped and run away With a social-climbing heiress From New York Poor Eliza How simply frightful How humiliating How delightful How poignant it'll be On that inevitable night When she hammers on my door In tears and rags Miserable and lonely Repentant and contrite Will I take her in Or hurl her to the wolves? Give her kindness Or the treatment she deserves? Will I take her back Or throw the baggage out? Well, I'm a most forgiving man The sort who never could Ever would Take a position And staunchly never budge A most forgiving man But I shall never take her back If she were crawling on her knees Let her promise to atone Let her shiver, let her moan I'll slam the door And let the hellcat freeze Marry Freddy. Ha! But I'm so used to hear her say Good morning every day Her joys, her woes Her highs, her lows