Meet me on Beverly Hills
By the white ‘n low church
The one with the big black cross
Facin the street.
Don ‘n Madonna’ll be married by 3
— yeah — you know the one
It’s not Sunday; Saturday . . .
So what she didn’t invite you?
Don’t be petty.
We’ll throw rice at the H2 limo,
‘n a prayer or two for when he stops idol worshipping
& starts telling her what to do
Oh Jesus! Then he’ll know;
He’ll need divine intervention alright.
Anyway, I’ll pack a change of clothes
‘n change at Timmy’s ‘cross the street.
If you get there at 3, you can watch it go down
It won’t be long after that.