She said she wants our life to be like one long song by The Polyphonic Spree
I said, y'know, that works for me
I said I want to build our home on riffs from the hands of Michael Jones
She said yeah, that guy's got killer tone
She said I want our body clocks to run fast then slow, without any shocks
Just like the tracks on Combat Rock
At my funeral I want 'Northern Skies' cos Johnny Bramwell makes me cry
She said 'I don't want you to die'