Wedding bells and castles in the sky,
Winding up those mountains way up high,
We're following the footsteps of two lovebirds on the run,
Tales and misadventures of,
Your dad and I

A week before the church bells turn to toll,
He calls me up on an old beat up phone,
Hurried words and eighty questions, silenced by these words,
Bro I'm getting married,
I'm coming home

Wedding bells and castles in the sky,
Winding up those mountains way up high,
We're following the footsteps of two lovebirds on the run,
Tales and misadventures of,
Your dad and I

A cab rolls up the drive its 5 am,
I'm up before the sun, its way too soon,
Just a driver in the car, stuck with two wacky weird best-men,
One in shiny beach shorts, and the other
Firing up a blaze

Wedding bells and castles in the sky,
Winding up those mountains way up high,
Were following the footsteps of two lovebirds on the run,
Tales and misadventures of,
Your dad and I

It's been five hours, and your dads been called a cun*,
The drivers fast asleep at the edge of the sun,
We're waiting for two lovebirds, to hurry up and run,
thinking


But then we heard wedding bells and songbirds fill the sky,
Your mom and dad rolled up on a crimson ride,
We followed in the footsteps of two lovebirds on the run,
Tales and misadventures of,
Your dad and I

Slowly now the driver stirs awake,
He sees me rolling up another bake,
Sir wheres the bride and groom to be,

I really wanted to see!

So we told him about wedding bells and songbirds in the sky,
How your mom and dad rolled up on a crimson ride,
We'll sing more songs when you get old, and we get younger every night,
More tales of dad and this old fart,
Or one more lullaby