The wedding's on, the guests are here
The vic-ar's had a beer
He asks for impediment
Why these two should not be wed

I can't breathe, my knees are weak
But I know I've got to speak
My throat is tight, my forehead's hot
I know something they do not

Whoa, you like to think you're gonna marry this stud, oh yeah
Oh, this bit of news is gonna fall with a thud:
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're related to Bud

You see the signs, and so can they
It's in your DNA
You can't escape, you know it's true
Your mom and dad were siblings too - and they knew

This can't be best
Don't go ahead, if you incest
Find someone else instead
So you can be bit less inbred

Whoa, you like to think your fam'ly name isn't mud, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say it - it's in the blood
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're related to Bud


Might as well face it, you're related to Bud
Might as well face it, you're related to Bud
Might as well face it, you're related to Bud
Might as well face it, you're related to Bud
Might as well face it, you're related to Bud


The wedding's off, we're going home
Now I can make you my own
We'll make out, and we will kiss
That's what we'll do, my little sis

Whoa, I hope that what I did ain't left no bad blood, oh yeah
We'll have to hope the next wedding's not a dud, but still
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're related to Bud

Might as well face it, you're related to Bud
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