Take The 227th Exit

Take the 227th exit to my wedding day
 And if you don't think that you can't make it
 Well, that's okay
 Well, you were crying
 Because you read "My dear John"
 And you were so stunned
 It was the 227th letter I wrote you last month
 Well, every proposal you got
 Babe, you threw away
 And you had so many lovers
 That you didn't even know all their names
 And they would always think that I was the doorman
 When they'd pass by
 It didn't bother me until the 227th time
 Standing on the bed
 Looking like an ogre
 I could get ugly too
 Standing on the bed
 Feeling just like Randy Johnson
 I didn't know I could throw so hard
 Well, you were looking like a dope who left his keys inside
 Running down the street
 Asking god to restore your mind
 And did you think that you could stop my wedding before it begun?
 Well, it's the 227th entrance
 We gotta run
 Well, it's the 227th entrance
 We gotta run