So you're the Father of the Bride
A job I know you'll do with pride
So it's off to Thailand you must fly
Remember 'grown men shouldn't cry'
'Cos it must be a happy day
As you give you're Nic away
And Russ will wait to take her hand
Let's hope it all just goes as planned
Then after vows and promises are said
Its food and dancing, no time for bed
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