The in-laws are waiting, the games have begun The cell phone keeps ringing, just don't answer it hon The whole thing's arranged, just to aggravate Dad And it's amateur day, on the old super slab The kids are strapped down, like a half load of pipe All safe in their car seats, they fuss and they gripe Well, you can't hardly blame ‘em, it must be a b***h Counting the crosses, off down in the ditch And this one's got flowers, this one's got a wreath This one's got a name, painted down underneat (allcountrytabs.com)
