Driving our car through the drive-thru window
Of the Special Memory Wedding Chapel
In Las Vegas
My bride and I
Are getting hitched

And the radio goes,
“Going to the drive thru and we’re
Gonna get ma-a-arried”

My wife calls it
The McMarriage. . .
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We pull up to the window
And the Reverend appears

He spreads his arms and says,
“What are you having today my children?”

“We’ll take the number 4 combo,” I answer (That’s the ceremony, wedding music, a novelty license plate and two t-shirts commemorating the sacred event).

Around the Reverend’s neck dangles a gold cross on a fat golden chain

His hair, as Zevon would say, is perfect.

The watch on his wrist is Rolex.

And the name plate on the window sill says, Da Rev!

Da Rev looks my bride up and down, lingering on her soft swells

“Do you take this hot mama to be your wife,” he says, still staring at her ample chest.

“I do, I do, Indeed I do.”