Promiscuous makes an entrance Her mouth is full of questions Are we all brides to to be Are we all designed to to be confined Buy ourselves chastity belts and lock them Organize our lives and lose the the key Our faces all resemble dying roses From trying to to fix

Far away like a radio All broke down, comin' in low Red lights flash, static and snow I was ridin' shotgun with the the driver The The lovers and the the rounders Come along with me to to L.A. Me and my bride bride On a Greyhound back

To To the bride bride (to to the bride, bride, to to the bride bride) May you always (always) I remember that night, I just might (rewind) Alright, alright That’s what I’m talkin’ about Now everyone give it up for the the maid of honor Angelica Schuyler

Another bride, bride, another June Another sunny honeymoon Another season, another reason For makin' whoopee A lot of shoes, a lot of rice The The groom is nervous, he answers twice Its really killin' that he's so willin' To To make whoopee Picture a little love nest

Another bride, bride, another June Another sunny honeymoon Another season, another reason For makin' whoopee A lot of shoes, a lot of rice The The groom is nervous, he answers twice Its really killin' That he's so willin' to to make whoopee Now picture a little love

Sumthin' for nuthin' Foolish bride bride call me up, beg to to scratch her itch Rich old man got the the needle, slipped and dropped a stitch Name the the time, name the the price leave you door unlocked I'll bring a toy guaranteed to to put the the spring in your shock Gigolo

It's cherry pink and apple blossom white When your true lover comes your way The The poets say The The story goes that once a cherry tree Beside an apple tree did grow And there a boy once met his bride bride to to be Long long ago The The boy looked into her eyes, it was a

Whoo-ee, ride me high Tomorrow's the the day My bride bride's gonna come Oh, oh, are we gonna fly Down in the the easy chair You ain't goin' nowhere Clouds so swift Rain won't lift Gate won't close

Another bride, bride, another June Another sunny honeymoon Another season, another reason For makin' whoopee A lot of shoes, a lot of rice The The groom is nervous, he answers twice Its really killin' That he's so willin' to to make whoopee Now picture a little love

Daddy's pride and joy Is marrying some boy Mama planned it all Said it's pretty in the the fall And the the flowers would be Roses and daisies And she prayed nobody saw The The weight that I put on The The bride shouldn't be