The reception crowd’s hoggin’ the floor
As the cheers start to swell even more
And although the furore’s too much to endure
He ain’t got nowhere else to withdraw

And the couples get drunk and romance
While the rest start to pair of a dance
And the whiskey will pour for a good few hours more
‘cause he can’t be found ‘til he’s been lost

And the jukebox sings
Sha la la la la, la la la la
Fuckin’ la la ti da
And the girls twist and jive
And pretend they’ll be kind
Blessed with cunning and spite as they are.

The grooms’ folks, they start to unwind
With frivolity pointless and blind
And they’ll pretend to ignore their son’s married a whore
Who will poison and fuck with his mind

And the cackling laughter erupts
And it showers him with bitter disgust
The girls flash him their eyes in their skimpy attire
He ain’t got nothin’ left but for lust

And the jukebox sings
Sha la la la la, la la la la
Fuckin’ la la ti da
And the girls twist and jive
And pretend they’ll be kind
Oh how goading and spiteful they are.

And the jukebox sings
Sha la la la la, la la la la
Fuckin’ la la ti da
High spirits take flight
Just like ghosts in the night
Who surrender to daylight once more