Текст песни Bruce Springsteen - The Honeymooners
Bruce Springsteen - The Honeymooners слова песни
Текст песни Bruce Springsteen - The Honeymooners
Two kids get married, same old thingFolks congratulate you, church bells ringWho's got the ring, who's gonna pay the priestGet your mama in the paper, picture or two at leastAnd 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 knifeYou swore that you'd love her for the rest of your lifeWent to kiss you at the altar we bumped headsHoneymoon night we figured we best shake on it insteadDressed kinda funny, laughin' we hop in bedYou can swear it on your feet, you can swear it on your headCome mornin' my new famlily's sitting on the front porch swingSmilin' kinda funny, nobody says a thingMy new brother-in-law's throwin' a football, he tosses me a pass