Trailer Romance

We're getting married and you say you wanna wear white I tell you, your chance of doing so ended last night I punch you in the arm and say now you can wear black and blue You kick me between the legs and say now you're hurting too I laugh and stand back up in a fighter's stance You say in a sexy voice, ain't nothin' like trailer romance Three hours before the ceremony, we each pop open a 24 oz Bull Then we puke in stereo as our ceremony comes to a close With beer cans clanging behind our Pacer I tell you I am with the FBI and they have attached a tracer People laugh as we request a spotlight square dance She says it will be alright, our honeymoon will have a lot of trailer romance One of wedding gifts is a gift card from Big Lots Now we can by a dish set, flatware and a couple of pots Kissin' cousins, now we are two My wife just had our first son, we named him Big Blue Next one she bears, girl or boy will be called Bubba, what a great name Marrying your kin folk should hold no shame Find out how good life can be When your cousin is your wife to be Go ahead, roll the dice, take a chance Now I am a firm supporter of trailer romance