When you walk down the aisle all the heads will turnWhat a rustling of bonnets they'll beAnd you'll try to smile but your cheeks will burnAnd your eyes will get so *** you can hardly seeWith your orange glasses quivering in your handYou will stumble to the spot where the parson isThen you'll think you will be with, with a golden friendAnd you'll know the fellow's yoursAnd you are hisWhen I'm married, Mr. SnowWhat a day!What a day!The flowers will be buzzing with the hum of beesThe birds will make a racket in the treasure treesWhen I'm married, Mr. SnowI'm home!Then it's off to home we'll goStill it runs on the wayAnd both of us'll look a little dreamyBehindI drive into a cottage by the ocean sideWhere the salty breezes blowYou and Mr. SnowHe'll carry me across the thresholdAnd I'll be as meek as a lambThen he'll set me on my feetAnd I'll sing kind of sweetWell, Mr. Snow, here I am!And I'll kiss her so she knowsMr. Snow!Mr. Snow!That everything will be as right as right can beLiving in a cottage by the sea with meWhere the salty breezes blowI love Miss Peep RidgeAnd I aim to make Miss Peep Ridge change her nameTo Mrs. Enoch Snow