This marriage is fleeting and so are the booze
I’ll drink to the end if you drink to it too
Hand-me-down vows on bar napkins
The groom is a cheat and so are his friends
So wash it down, catch the plastic bouquet
“Ain’t that your brother? That’s so f*cked to say!”
My bad, man, but that’s okay
He’s never gonna hear this anyway
Well, I do
I do
I do feel sorry for…
I do
I do
I do feel sorry for you