The weddin' chapel couldn't get more packed
the love birds were dressed in white and black
the preacher turned to the groom and asked,
him to slip the ring on her left hand
he turned to his best man, and said
Hold my beer, this won't take long
I want it back and I don't want it gone
I trust you buddy, here hold my beer
* *spoken * *
They cut the cake and they poured champagne,
They Macarena'd and formed a train
They crashed right into the grooms old flame,
As she came crashin' in,
The new bride just kind of grinned, and said
Hold my beer, this won't take long
I want it back and I don't want it gone,
I trust you Honey, here hold my beer
When the cat-fight broke up,
The band broke into some Haggard and Hank and some Cash,
When somebody's cousin that nobody knew yelled, "whats with this hillbilly crap?"
* *spoken * *
Hold my beer, this won;t take long,
I want it back, and I don't want it gone,
Somebody hold my beer, this wont take long
I want it back and I don't want it gone,
I trust you buddy, here hold my beer
* *spoken * *