Testo Yes! Yes! A Thousand Times Yes!

Her wedding dress was sewn
From semen she spat into
Her hands, screaming:

I do, I do!
I do, I do! I do, I do!
I do, I do! I do, I do!
I do, I do! I do, I do! I do, I do! I do, I—

Trading flesh for flypaper
And armed to the dentures
We don a regalia
Of useless genitalia

(Hey, hey, hey, hey!)

And closing the bible
The minister smiled:
"You may now kiss
The bride," and they stood and
Stared for a while
As husband and wife
Squishing mosquitoes
All along their arms
Then drove on home
In separate cars

(Alright, you ready?)