Songtext
St. Peter's balcony
Her white veil screwed on tight
Smoking, her last cigarette
And there's one thing on her mind
Is this the man for me?
The liberator of my night?
Cold sweat, drippin' down her back
And there's one thing on her
She don't wanna
Live a life of compromise
She don't wanna be haunted
Till the day she dies
What about him?
What about him?
Baby! Baby!
Take my Bouquet!
Take me far far away
Times running out
Faster than my luck
Baby! Baby!
Take my Bouquet
Take me far far away
Oh won't you pick me up
In that stupid
Taco
Truck
As I ride into the sunset
A pit stop by the sea
Kick the church doors down
The Vicar turns around
And flips the bird at me
And there she's standing
All drenched in misery
Staring down the barrel of a self-imposed shotgun
In disbelief
You don't wanna
Live a life of compromise
You don't wanna be haunted
Till the day you die
So come with me!
Now come with me!
Baby! Baby!
Give me your Bouquet!
I'll take you far far away
Times running out
Faster than your luck
Baby! Baby!
Give me your Bouquet!
I'll take you far far away
Oh whoa I'll pick you up
In my stupid
Taco
Truck
Baby! Baby!
Give me your Bouquet!
I'll take you far far away
Times running out
Faster than your luck
Baby! Baby!
Give me your Bouquet!
I'll take you far far away
Oh whoa I'll pick you up
In my stupid
Taco (truck)
Baby! Baby!
Give me your Bouquet!
I'll take you far far away
Times running out
Faster than your luck
Baby! Baby!
Give me your Bouquet!
I'll take you far far away
Oh whoa I'll pick you up
In my stupid
Taco
Truck