The story behind this song
Everyone remembers date number one — the friend came home swearing never again, then texted the group chat seventeen times about the way they'd said their name. The rest of them saw it coming miles off; the two of them were the last to know. One of them can't park, one can't cook, and somewhere between the burnt lasagna and the curb, it all came true.
A blender off the registry felt too small, so the gift is a song instead. For the friend wishing them the long, good, slow-Sundays life — the whole good catalogue. Glasses up, higher than that.
Lyrics
Put down your forks, refill your glass
I've got something better than a toast
I've got something better than a toast
We all remember date number one
You came home swearing "never again"
Then you texted the group chat seventeen times
About the way they said your name
You came home swearing "never again"
Then you texted the group chat seventeen times
About the way they said your name
We saw it coming miles off
You two were the last to know
You two were the last to know
So here's to the two of you
The bet we're glad we lost
You found the one who gets the joke
And stays when it's not funny anymore
Long life, slow Sundays, the whole good catalogue —
Here's to the two of you
The bet we're glad we lost
You found the one who gets the joke
And stays when it's not funny anymore
Long life, slow Sundays, the whole good catalogue —
Here's to the two of you
One of you can't park, one can't cook —
I'm legally not allowed to say who
But somewhere between the burnt lasagna
And the curb, you both came true
I'm legally not allowed to say who
But somewhere between the burnt lasagna
And the curb, you both came true
The rings are on, the papers signed
We're stuck with you for life
We're stuck with you for life
So here's to the two of you
The bet we're glad we lost
You found the one who gets the joke
And stays when it's not funny anymore
Long life, slow Sundays, the whole good catalogue —
Here's to the two of you
The bet we're glad we lost
You found the one who gets the joke
And stays when it's not funny anymore
Long life, slow Sundays, the whole good catalogue —
Here's to the two of you
And when the music's over and the lights come up
And the rest of us have gone
May your kitchen still sound like this room tonight —
Two people laughing at the same old song
And the rest of us have gone
May your kitchen still sound like this room tonight —
Two people laughing at the same old song
So here's to the two of you
The bet we're glad we lost
You found the one who gets the joke
And stays when it's not funny anymore
Long life, slow Sundays, the whole good catalogue —
Here's to the two of you
The bet we're glad we lost
You found the one who gets the joke
And stays when it's not funny anymore
Long life, slow Sundays, the whole good catalogue —
Here's to the two of you
Glasses up — no, higher than that
To the two of you, and that's the gift
To the two of you, and that's the gift
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