Take The 227th Exit

Take the 227th exit to my wedding day

And if you don't think that you can't make it

Well, that's okay

Well, you were crying

Because you read "My dear John"

And you were so stunned

It was the 227th letter I wrote you last month

Well, every proposal you got

Babe, you threw away

And you had so many lovers

That you didn't even know all their names

And they would always think that I was the doorman

When they'd pass by

It didn't bother me until the 227th time

Standing on the bed

Looking like an ogre

I could get ugly too

Standing on the bed

Feeling just like Randy Johnson

I didn't know I could throw so hard

Well, you were looking like a dope who left his keys inside

Running down the street

Asking god to restore your mind

And did you think that you could stop my wedding before it begun?

Well, it's the 227th entrance

We gotta run

Well, it's the 227th entrance

We gotta run