[Lyric] Boombox (Amanda Jayne)

Goodness gracious golly gee
I'm the luckiest girl that could ever be
'Cause I love you and you love me
Husband and wife sitting in a tree

The birds and the bees, they form a crown
Around our hearts that beat so loud
We both have a boombox in our chests
Shakes the foundation of our nest

The neighbors complain
About all the light
That comes pouring out of us
Day and night

The neighbors complain
About all the light
That comes pouring out of us
Day and night

To have and to hold, you're solid gold
Wanna be with you 'til I'm really old
For better or worse, you are my wealth
You are my sickness, you are my hеalth
The neighbors complain
About all the light
That comеs pouring out of us
Day and night

The neighbors complain
About all the light
That comes pouring out of us
Day and night

Will you marry me
Again when we are 93?
I want to marry you
All the time you know it's true
I do, you know I do, you know I do!

[Scatting]

'Til death do not us part
We can dance around out in the yard
Wearing nothing but our skeletons
And if we get bored we can haunt our next of kin

Will you marry me
When we're 93?
Will you marry me
When we're 93?
When we're 93?
When we're 93?