at the wedding we dance
cept the chicken dance which is weird
you see all the relatives and
weird uncles with weird beards
fantastic fanfare
surrounds the groom and the bride
oh what a good day
for us to be alive
the glasses start clinking with
the first table seated
i hope that her lipstick
isn't depleted!
the garter the flowers
the laughing and speeches
fine foods and much chatting
they ignore what he preaches
twinkling eyes and sparkling glasses
and girls sneaking glances at the guys' ties
goodbye and good night
window paint bearing good news!
time to dry out the sweaty shirt
and hang up dancing shoes
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