With your golf pants on
And your yellow tie
Dressed to the nines
You’re pointing at the sky
But then the doubt kicks in
You feel sick inside
Your stomach’s heading south
You wanna have a cry
At the realization that you don’t know what you’re doing
Yeah, the realization that you don’t know what you’re doing
On the dance floor now
The beat commands your hips
Some young ones at the bar
Press cocktails to their lips
You got a white suit on
Just like Travolta did
The only thing gone wrong
Is you’re frozen stiff
By the realization that you don’t know what you’re doing
Yeah, the realization that you don’t know what you’re doing
You hear the chapel bells
She’s moving up the aisle
Your friends and loved ones stare
You fake a plastic smile
You try to say “I do”
But you can’t speak a word
A riot in your heart
Panic in the church
With the realization that you don’t know what you’re doing
Yeah, the realization is you don’t know what you’re doing