You got to meet the mother Before you kiss the bride Before you take the longest ride Before the rice and flowers fly You've got to meet the mother Before you kiss the bride And see where she got Those big brown eyes Those long, long legs That sense of style Or a streak of madness Ten miles wide You've got to meet the mother Before you kiss the bride You could discover the cruelty Concealed deep within As old as the hills and original sin Young man in love, take my advice Make sure you meet the mother Before you kiss the bride 'Cause you might find her in a county jail Or a state run home in the driving hail She could have two good teeth And one good eye That's why you meet the mother Before you kiss the bride 'Cause some fruit rolls far, far from the tree But it still holds The same bad seed So before that big fat knot is tied Hey man, I know you really love her But she's a demon undercover With a tendency to smother So don't lend money to her brother And make sure you meet the mother Before you kiss the bride