The Bride of Fortune - M, Robin Scott

Don’t believe what the paaaaaa-the pa-the pa-the pa

Don’t believe what

Don’t believe what

Trumpet bum and creamy grime

How I love to change my mind

Bump the sun, grind the moon

I am the bride of fortune

Childhood mother

Venus I undressed

You can be my best man

If I like you best

Swing the Mini-Crini

Stockings can be black

Clogs kick the devil

Wake up Jack

Uh, wake up Jack

Babies play in deep sky

The seed is in the moon

Deep skies in the heart

Nearer in the dark

Trumpet bum and creamy grind

How I love to change my mind

Bump the sun, grind the moon

I am the bride of fortune, yeah

Trumpet bum and creamy grime

How I love to change my mind

Bump the sun, grind the moon

I am the bride of fortune

Now I am your sister

Starring as your wife

Wings on my ankles

Heaven in your life

Swing the Mini-Crini

Stockings can be black

White as my legs are

Wake up Jack

Wake up Jack

Meanwhile in the log ship

Davy Crocket wakes

I like the way he tips his hat

And the chances he takes

Trumpet bum and creamy grind

How I love to change my mind

Bump the sun, grind the moon

I am the bride of fortune

Trumpet bum and creamy grime

How I love to change my mind

Bump the sun, grind the moon

I am the bride of fortune

Proper sport is crashing

Just one little rule

Wear the Tudor hot-pants

Like we did in school

Swing the Mini-Crini

All around the world

Swing the Mini-Crini

Ring the bell

Ring that bell

Dogs are in my comet

Bases in the wood

Cabin boy and soldier blue

Help me to be good

Trumpet bum and creamy grime

How I love to change my mind

Bump the sun, grind the moon

I am the bride of fortune, yeah

Trumpet bum and creamy grime

How I love to change my mind

Bump the sun, grind the moon

I am the bride of fortune, yeah

For better or worse

Yes — I — do