Her wedding dress was sewn From semen she spat into Her hands, screaming I do, I do! I do, I do! I do, I do! I do, I do! I do, I do! I do, I do! I do, I do! I do, I do! I do, I! Trading flesh for flypaper And armed to the dentures We don a regalia Of useless genitalia ♪ (Hey, hey, hey, hey!) ♪ And closing the bible The minister smiled You may now kiss The bride and they stood and Stared for a while As husband and wife ♪ Squishing mosquitoes All along their arms Then drove on home In separate cars ♪ (Alright, you ready?)