Take the 227th exit nTo my wedding daynAnd if you don't think nThat you can make itnWell that's oknnWell you were crying nBecause you read my dear JohnnAnd you were so stunnednIt was the 227th letter nI wrote you last monthnnWell every proposal you gotnBabe, you threw awaynAnd you had so many loversnThat you didn't even know nAll their namesnnAnd they would always nThink that I was the doormannWhen they'd pass bynIt didn't bother menUntil the 227th timennStanding on the bednLooking like an ogrenI could get ugly toonStanding on the bednFeeling just like Randy JohnsonnI didn't know I couldnThrow so hardnnWell you were looking like a dopenWho left his keys insidenRunning down the streetnAsking god to restore your mindnAnd did you think that you could nStop my wedding before it begunnnWell it's the 227th entrancenWe gotta runnnWell it's the 227th entrancenWe gotta runnn