Nita my lord, the golden, gold, swimmer

On our cousin's wedding stage

Harpo the harp and Cheeko in the mirror

Gone and gone and gone away.

My sister told me it's okay

And that we should smile today.

Marvo the snitch was itching by his mirror

Itching for a bigger stage

We love the tricks, but tricks are in your head dear

Any game you want to play.

My sister told me it's okay

And that oh we should smile today

And that oh you know we should smile today.