Marilyn:
Call the Justice of the Peace
But don't tell him our names
Don't put out a press release
Or mention baseball games
Joe DiMaggio:
Book the nearest Bridal suite
One room will suit us fine
For the desk clerk that we meet
The only autograph we'll sign is—
Both:
Mr. and Mrs. Smith
Simply the folks next door
Joe:
People without
A single clue what
An agent or grip is for...
Marilyn:
Yes
Both:
Nothing can beat the view
When as far as the eye can see
There's—
Joe:
No one but Mrs.,
Marilyn:
No one but Mr.,
Both:
Smith and Me
Joe:
For a home the man provides—
That cottage built for two
We'll check the small town cla**ifieds
Variety won't do
Marilyn:
Then we'll move to Main Street, USA
And sign the deed of trust
The mailbox at our hideaway
Will tell the whole wide world
That we're just—
Both:
Mr. and Mrs. Smith
Merely the folks next door
Joe:
People who use
Their kitchen each night
Marilyn:
Who've never been into chores
Joe:
Yeah...
Both:
Nothing can beat the view
For as far as the eye can see
There's—
Joe:
No one but Mrs.,
Marilyn:
No one but Mr.,
Both:
Smith and Me
No early calls
No big premieres
No less romantic theme
We'll spend the nights
Making our own
Little league baseball team
We're no one you've ever seen...
Marilyn:
Movie stars don't live anywhere here
Except on the local drive-in screen
Both:
Yes
I'd gladly disappear
If it might guarantee a view of—
Joe:
No one but Mr.,
Marilyn:
No one but Mrs.,
Both:
Smith and You