Father Hollywood
The wine, the dress, the target, her bosom. The ocean is big. No safe place to put em.
I watched a priest Soak a piece of bread in some wine The body of Christ, jingle jingle Happens all the time This time, though And I ain’t exaggerating, no He soaked it real good, too good The way only Father Hollywood could I saw for myself. This was my wedding Beside me, my bride We had front row seats For this rodeo ride Father Hollywood shook the bread once He shook the bread twice I remember like yesterday When people at weddings used to throw rice Reminiscing reminiscing The point seems to be missing So let’s focus on three things Not one of them the rings First, Father Hollywood This is the guy who later in life Would beat on his wife With impunity Next, my wife The woman I love Her dress, the colour of angels Sent from above Last but not least Is the bread On it’s tip Dangles a drip How careless the reach From his cup to her mouth I watched in slow motion A gap big as the ocean The wine, the dress, the target Her bosom The ocean is big No safe place to put em God, please, I beseech you Take Father Hollywood’s hand Guide it to the promised land P.S. Don’t make a mess of the dress My prayer was for naught The weather was perfect No sign of rain But the wine on the dress soon left a stain Later, my best man Ran to the store Came back with club soda I guess that makes four Or five. I lost track These things don’t really matter What matters most are the people we love And how from a dress, to remove a splatter =L=