Yes! Yes! A Thousand Times Yes! Songtext
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—
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?)
Trading flesh for flypaper
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—
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?)