Lyrics:
Press Wedding Dance

wedding supper be? Way down yonder in a holler tree. What will the wedding supper be? Two green beans and a black-eyed pea. The first guest in was a bumblebee He danced

So you were late But you never told me you were You didn't want to say Till you were sure But that song and dance Won't work no more Because you got

the 40's all thick in it Workin hard like we cotton-pickin it Now we shittin it Herb spittin it Atom and neutron headz splittin it Keep the clique [?] you know whatever syncin it Press