Loads of Love

Contrition is a parole condition

My mate Brig’s a bigamist

Truly hopelessly afflicted

He can’t say no he can’t let go

He’s hitch bewitched addicted

The sound of bells and choirs

Has him hopping up the aisle

Well turned out in a wedding suit

Looking fresh and versatile

He likes things complicated

You’ll never hear him bragging

As for me I couldn’t contemplate

Two wives and all that nagging

Of late he’s looking shifty

Carrying burdens by the score

Kids’ demanding wives commanding

Double trouble with mothers-in-law

It seems his conscience said "hold up!"

On his shoulders all that weight

So he placed himself in custody

To pay his dues and wipe the slate

Chorus: 

I luv you darlin let's get hitched
Massive party cheers all round

White and lacey we'll be well stitched

Passing champers all around