The Father of the Bride

My daughter is marrying an idiot
How could she stoop so low?
My daughter is marrying a nincompoop
She loves him, but even so
I thought I had taught her what to expect
For someone as fine as she
A man with some fire
Some brains and some tact
Someone, in fact, like me

My daughter is marrying an idiot
The stupidest of men
And I wish she were just
My own little girl again

Marriage is a sacrament
Which is just a way to say
That a very private thing is done
In a very public way

You stand among your neighbors
Like a lamb before the slaughter
And watch some village idiot
Take away your daughter

The groom has got a family
That sits around and gapes
And bears a strange resemblance
To anthropoidal apes

It's like some sort of nightmare
And the thought that really kills
Not only must you suffer
But you have to pay the bills!

My daughter is marrying an idiot
The stupidest of men
And I wish she were just
My own little girl again

Agnes
Agnes, dear, are you all right?

Of course I'm all right
This is the happiest day of my life!

When the kids get married
All of our duties will be done
When the kids get married
We can have some fun

All of a sudden
We'll be free

Think how happy
We will be

I'm glad they're married now



Credits
Writer(s): Tom Jones, Harvey Schmidt
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