I was feelin' pretty down,
'Til my girlfriend came around.
We're just so alike in every way, I gotta say.
In fact, I just thought I might,
pop the question there that night.
I was kissin' her so tenderly,
But woe is me.
Who would've guessed, her family crest.
I'd suddenly spy, tattoo'd on her thigh.
And son of a gun, it's just like the one on me.
Tell me.
How was I supposed to know we were both related?
Believe me if I knew she was my cousin we never would've dated.
What to do now?
Should I go ahead and propose and get hitched and have kids with 11 toes,
And move to Alabama where that kinda' thing is tolerated.
No, no, no.