Let’s get married in the barn

I don’t care what stall they put us in

But I wanna go fishing with your grandpa

And your grandpa thinks we’re livin’ in sin

I don’t care if the preachers catch us cookin’

City council, they can kiss my ass

But your grandpa thinks we ain’t livin’ rightly

And your grandpa’s hauling in delicious bass

Let’s get married, here’s your ring

Look the choir’s gonna sing

Do I? I do,

Kiss, here eat a piece of cake

Here’s your ride, step inside

Smile wide, wave goodbye

See you later, grandpa’s waiting by the lake

Let’s get married just as soon as we can

Get the blood and the paperwork sent in

I wanna go fishing with your grandpa

And your grandpa thinks we’re livin’ in sin

I wanna go fishing with your grandpa

And your grandpa thinks we’re livin’ in sin

(lyrics: Dan Bern)