Here Comes the Bride Songtext
von Lou Reed
Here Comes the Bride Songtext
Listen, I wanna tell you a story
It happened to a friend of mine
Didn′t have no power in the glory
City took a hell of a time
The city was ahead kind of pussy
The only thing this about this girl
She went and she married another fellow
Knocked my friend right out of this world
He heard the preacher say
Here comes the bride (here comes the bride)
It haunts him every night, he is in hell
Here comes the bride (here comes the bride)
Wayside, she's way down, here comes the bride
Hey, and doesn′t she look lovely?
Here comes the bride
Somebody call his Aunt Carrie
And tell her that nephew Jimmy's comin' in from Vermont
Via the coast
And somebody call up his old man
Hey you, tell him that his son′s arriving, and he′s looking like a ghost
And somebody find that Virgin Mary
Oh, won't you tell that bitch
Hey, your Jimmy is coming back home
And somebody tell those ladies in waiting
Hold it now
Don′t tell the preacher, go on with it
We don't want to hear those words
Oh, here comes the bride (here comes the bride)
I don′t wanna hear it now
Yeah-yeah-yeah, here comes the bride (here comes the bride)
Yeah, here comes the bride (here comes the bride)
Yeah, and she looks so lovely, so lovely
But don't you know the preacher looks ugly, yeah?
Here comes the bride
Yeah, here comes the bride (here comes the bride)
Here comes the bride
Here comes the bride
It happened to a friend of mine
Didn′t have no power in the glory
City took a hell of a time
The city was ahead kind of pussy
The only thing this about this girl
She went and she married another fellow
Knocked my friend right out of this world
He heard the preacher say
Here comes the bride (here comes the bride)
It haunts him every night, he is in hell
Here comes the bride (here comes the bride)
Wayside, she's way down, here comes the bride
Hey, and doesn′t she look lovely?
Here comes the bride
Somebody call his Aunt Carrie
And tell her that nephew Jimmy's comin' in from Vermont
Via the coast
And somebody call up his old man
Hey you, tell him that his son′s arriving, and he′s looking like a ghost
And somebody find that Virgin Mary
Oh, won't you tell that bitch
Hey, your Jimmy is coming back home
And somebody tell those ladies in waiting
Hold it now
Don′t tell the preacher, go on with it
We don't want to hear those words
Oh, here comes the bride (here comes the bride)
I don′t wanna hear it now
Yeah-yeah-yeah, here comes the bride (here comes the bride)
Yeah, here comes the bride (here comes the bride)
Yeah, and she looks so lovely, so lovely
But don't you know the preacher looks ugly, yeah?
Here comes the bride
Yeah, here comes the bride (here comes the bride)
Here comes the bride
Here comes the bride
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