Meet the Mother

You’ve got to meet the mother
Before you kiss the bride
Before you take the longest ride
Before the rice and flowers fly
You’ve got to meet the mother
Before you kiss the bride
And see where she got those big brown eyes
Those long, long legs, that sense of style
Or a streak of madness ten miles wide
You’ve got to meet the mother
Before you kiss the bride
You could discover the cruelty concealed deep within
As old as the hills and original sin
Young man in love, take my advice
Make sure you meet the mother
Before you kiss the bride
'Cause you might find her in the county jail
Or a state-run home in the driving hail
She could have two good teeth and one good eye
That’s why you meet the mother
Before you kiss the bride
'Cause some fruit rolls far, far from the tree
But it still holds the same bad seed
So before that big fat knot is tied
Hey man, I know you really love her
But she’s a demon undercover
With a tendency to smother
So don’t lend money to her brother
And make sure you meet the mother
Before you kiss the bride