Song | The Honeymooners |
Artist | Bruce Springsteen |
Album | Tracks |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Bruce Springsteen Music:Bruce Springsteen | |
Two kids get married, same old thing | |
Folks congratulate you, church bells ring | |
Who's got the ring, who's gonna pay the priest | |
Get your name in the paper, picture or two at least | |
And at the reception all the old records play | |
'Where you gonna live, are you gonna taker her away?' | |
In a corner my new nephew's showin' me his knife | |
You swore that you'd love her for the rest of your life | |
Went to kiss you at the altar we bumped heads | |
Honeymoon night we figured we best shake on it instead | |
Dressed kinda funny, laughin' we hop in bed | |
You can wear it on your feet, you can swear it on your head | |
Come mornin' my new famlily's sitting on the front porch swing | |
Smilin' kinda funny, nobody says a thing | |
My new brother-in-law's throwin' a football, he tosses me a pass | |
We all sit down on the front stoop, everybody happy at last |
Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen Music: Bruce Springsteen | |
Two kids get married, same old thing | |
Folks congratulate you, church bells ring | |
Who' s got the ring, who' s gonna pay the priest | |
Get your name in the paper, picture or two at least | |
And at the reception all the old records play | |
' Where you gonna live, are you gonna taker her away?' | |
In a corner my new nephew' s showin' me his knife | |
You swore that you' d love her for the rest of your life | |
Went to kiss you at the altar we bumped heads | |
Honeymoon night we figured we best shake on it instead | |
Dressed kinda funny, laughin' we hop in bed | |
You can wear it on your feet, you can swear it on your head | |
Come mornin' my new famlily' s sitting on the front porch swing | |
Smilin' kinda funny, nobody says a thing | |
My new brotherinlaw' s throwin' a football, he tosses me a pass | |
We all sit down on the front stoop, everybody happy at last |
Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen Music: Bruce Springsteen | |
Two kids get married, same old thing | |
Folks congratulate you, church bells ring | |
Who' s got the ring, who' s gonna pay the priest | |
Get your name in the paper, picture or two at least | |
And at the reception all the old records play | |
' Where you gonna live, are you gonna taker her away?' | |
In a corner my new nephew' s showin' me his knife | |
You swore that you' d love her for the rest of your life | |
Went to kiss you at the altar we bumped heads | |
Honeymoon night we figured we best shake on it instead | |
Dressed kinda funny, laughin' we hop in bed | |
You can wear it on your feet, you can swear it on your head | |
Come mornin' my new famlily' s sitting on the front porch swing | |
Smilin' kinda funny, nobody says a thing | |
My new brotherinlaw' s throwin' a football, he tosses me a pass | |
We all sit down on the front stoop, everybody happy at last |