Screaming, drunk, disorderly
"I'll catch you this time"
Up and down the main drag
The white routine
As the girls with pigtails were running
The fish will swim upstream
And there isn't a pension
For second best or for hardly moving
The figures in plastic on the wedding cake
Crashing through the parlor doors
And blip through fiber optics
When the casualty rate's
That I took were so real
The sneaky kids had attached
When the date's been set
It's not the first time
To be ingested inaccurately
When the date's been set
You were the one, but I can't spit it out
People would turn
I'll tell you mine
And I kept distance
The white routine
And family greetings
What was your first reaction?
Synapse to synapse
You were the one but I can't spit it out
What was your first reaction?
The postcards
I'm dressed up for free drinks
Making the racket
To see who's
Beer cans to the bumper so they could drive
Screaming, drunk, disorderly
On your wedding, your wedding
From little boys wearing bow ties
Their parents bought them
To be ingested inaccurately
The white routine
When the date's been set
I'll tell you mine
Your wedding date
You were the one, but I can't spit it out
And I'll contest
Crashing through the parlor doors
The complications cloud
But they won't listen
When they lay down
Near 100 percent
