The Bride of Fortune

Don't believe what the paaaaaa-the pa-the pa-the pa
Don't believe what
Don't believe what

Trumpet bum and creamy grime
How I love to change my mind
Bump the sun, grind the moon
I am the bride of fortune

Childhood mother
Venus I undressed
You can be my best man
If I like you best

Swing the Mini-Crini
Stockings can be black
Clogs kick the devil
Wake up Jack
Uh, wake up Jack

Babies play in deep sky
The seed is in the moon
Deep skies in the heart
Nearer in the dark

Trumpet bum and creamy grind
How I love to change my mind
Bump the sun, grind the moon
I am the bride of fortune, yeah

Trumpet bum and creamy grime
How I love to change my mind
Bump the sun, grind the moon
I am the bride of fortune

Now I am your sister
Starring as your wife
Wings on my ankles
Heaven in your life

Swing the Mini-Crini
Stockings can be black
White as my legs are
Wake up Jack
Wake up Jack

Meanwhile in the log ship
Davy Crocket wakes
I like the way he tips his hat
And the chances he takes

Trumpet bum and creamy grind
How I love to change my mind
Bump the sun, grind the moon
I am the bride of fortune

Trumpet bum and creamy grime
How I love to change my mind
Bump the sun, grind the moon
I am the bride of fortune

Proper sport is crashing
Just one little rule
Wear the Tudor hot-pants
Like we did in school

Swing the Mini-Crini
All around the world
Swing the Mini-Crini
Ring the bell
Ring that bell

Dogs are in my comet
Bases in the wood
Cabin boy and soldier blue
Help me to be good

Trumpet bum and creamy grime
How I love to change my mind
Bump the sun, grind the moon
I am the bride of fortune, yeah

Trumpet bum and creamy grime
How I love to change my mind
Bump the sun, grind the moon
I am the bride of fortune, yeah

For better or worse
Yes - I - do