Lyrics The Bride of Fortune - M, Robin Scott

The Bride of Fortune

Don’t believe what the paaaaaa-the pa-the pa-the pa
Don’t believe what
Don’t believe what
Trumpet bum and creamy grime
How I love to change my mind
Bump the sun, grind the moon
I am the bride of fortune
Childhood mother
Venus I undressed
You can be my best man
If I like you best
Swing the Mini-Crini
Stockings can be black
Clogs kick the devil
Wake up Jack
Uh, wake up Jack
Babies play in deep sky
The seed is in the moon
Deep skies in the heart
Nearer in the dark
Trumpet bum and creamy grind
How I love to change my mind
Bump the sun, grind the moon
I am the bride of fortune, yeah
Trumpet bum and creamy grime
How I love to change my mind
Bump the sun, grind the moon
I am the bride of fortune
Now I am your sister
Starring as your wife
Wings on my ankles
Heaven in your life
Swing the Mini-Crini
Stockings can be black
White as my legs are
Wake up Jack
Wake up Jack
Meanwhile in the log ship
Davy Crocket wakes
I like the way he tips his hat
And the chances he takes
Trumpet bum and creamy grind
How I love to change my mind
Bump the sun, grind the moon
I am the bride of fortune
Trumpet bum and creamy grime
How I love to change my mind
Bump the sun, grind the moon
I am the bride of fortune
Proper sport is crashing
Just one little rule
Wear the Tudor hot-pants
Like we did in school
Swing the Mini-Crini
All around the world
Swing the Mini-Crini
Ring the bell
Ring that bell
Dogs are in my comet
Bases in the wood
Cabin boy and soldier blue
Help me to be good
Trumpet bum and creamy grime
How I love to change my mind
Bump the sun, grind the moon
I am the bride of fortune, yeah
Trumpet bum and creamy grime
How I love to change my mind
Bump the sun, grind the moon
I am the bride of fortune, yeah
For better or worse
Yes — I — do