When you walk down the aisle all the heads will turn
What a rustling of bonnets they'll be
And you'll try to smile but your cheeks will burn
And your eyes will get so *** you can hardly see
With your orange glasses quivering in your hand
You will stumble to the spot where the parson is
Then you'll think you will be with, with a golden friend
And you'll know the fellow's yours
And you are his
When I'm married, Mr. Snow
What a day!
What a day!
The flowers will be buzzing with the hum of bees
The birds will make a racket in the treasure trees
When I'm married, Mr. Snow
I'm home!
Then it's off to home we'll go
Still it runs on the way
And both of us'll look a little dreamy
Behind
I drive into a cottage by the ocean side
Where the salty breezes blow
You and Mr. Snow
He'll carry me across the threshold
And I'll be as meek as a lamb
Then he'll set me on my feet
And I'll sing kind of sweet
Well, Mr. Snow, here I am!
And I'll kiss her so she knows
Mr. Snow!
Mr. Snow!
That everything will be as right as right can be
Living in a cottage by the sea with me
Where the salty breezes blow
I love Miss Peep Ridge
And I aim to make Miss Peep Ridge change her name
To Mrs. Enoch Snow