Yes! Yes! A Thousand Times Yes!

Her wedding dress was sewn From semen she spat into Her hands, screaming I do, I do! I do, I do! I do, I do! I do, I do! I do, I do! I do, I do! I do, I do! I do, I do! I do, I! Trading flesh for flypaper And armed to the dentures We don a regalia Of useless genitalia (Hey, hey, hey, hey!) And closing the bible The minister smiled You may now kiss The bride and they stood and Stared for a while As husband and wife Squishing mosquitoes All along their arms Then drove on home In separate cars (Alright, you ready?)