Bruce Springsteen - The Honeymooners lyrics

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 mama 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 swear 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