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:
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
cottage built for two,
We'll check the small town classifieds
Variety won't do.

Both:
Then we'll move to mainstream USA
And sign the deed of [bad word] 
The mailbox at our hideaway
Will tell the whole wide world that we're just,

Mr. and Mrs. Smith,
Merely the folks next door,

Joe:
People who use their kitchen each night,

Marilyn:
And 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.  

Both:
No early calls,
No big premieres,
No less romantic theme,
We'll spend the nights
Making our own
Little league baseball team,

Both:
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.