The Honeymooners Lyrics by 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 name in the paper, picture or two at least

    And at the reception all the old records play
    "where you gonna live, are you gonna take 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 wear it on your feet, you can wear it on your head

    Come mornin' my new family'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
    We all sit down on the front stoop, everybody happy at last

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