Hit the Ground and Run - Great Big Sea

There’s a wedding in the chapel

And the bride is oh so happy

And daddy’s got a shotgun in his hand

The groom is sweatin' bullets

As the priest steps to the pulpit

He’s about to make this boy into a man

Sweet Jesus in the garden

Can you grant this boy a pardon

For it’s true, he really don’t know what he’s done?

Better lock the church door tight

'Cause at the slightest crack of light

That boy is gonna hit the ground and run

He’s gonna run he’s gonna fly

He’s out the door and down street

And he won’t say goodbye

Diapers and diatribes

Of her daddy on the rum

That boy is gonna hit the ground and run

Was it the rubbing or the tugging?

Put a bun in Nancy’s oven

She’s praying she’s not starting to show

But the wedding set for April

And she’s known since November

She ain’t got hells chance of a ball of snow

What in the Lords name was he thinking

You can’t blame this all on drinking

You can count the family teeth upon one hand

By midnight he was muddled

For Her gene pool is a puddle

That boy might be the daddy of his old man