This is my house where I hang around. As soon as I get up, I start to get down. You don't need a place to stay. Our house is any old place we play. . This is my house if you don't like it.
Here she comes on down the aisle. Behind her veil she wears a smile. In her hands the bright bouquet. Daddy's here to give the bride away. Best man fumbles for the band.
You know how I tend to feel when nothing's happening. Like some big old bird so fat that he just can't fly. Far be it for me to be over reacting. My lady hurts like hell and all I can do is wonder why.