[Verse 1]
I call you Gwen, that's short for Guinevere
You say, "Darling, that makes me sound like a souvenir"
We're broke, it's true, but maybe it's by our design
It don't put bread on the table, but it made for a hell of a night
[Pre-Chorus]
Sitting on the South lawn, drinking a glass of wine
It's good to be the king and the queen, even if for a limited time
Slipping through her fingers, are we at the end of the line?
They say the best of us go young, the sweetest melodiеs are never sung
[Chorus]
La-la la, la-la la la, wе're Kennedies in the making
La-la la, la-la la la, so what's the point of waiting?
There can never be, be too much of a good thing
La-la la, la-la la la, we're Kennedies in the making
[Verse 2]
You say, "It's rude to make a toast if it's before noon"
That may be true, but is it really a crime?
I raise a glass to you, to the queen of a minute or two
It's bittersweet, but darling, we couldn't borrow the time
[Pre-Chorus]
Sitting on the South lawn, drinking a glass of wine
It's good to be the king and the queen, even if for a limited time
Slipping through her fingers, are we at the end of the line?
They say the best of us go young, the sweetest melodies are never sung
[Chorus]
La-la la, la-la la la, we're Kennedies in the making
La-la la, la-la la la, so what's the point of waiting?
There can never be, be too much of a good thing
La-la la, la-la la la, we're Kennedies in the making
[Bridge]
Slipping through her fingers, are we at the end of the line?
They say the best of us go young, the sweetest melodies are never sung
[Chorus]
La-la la, la-la la la, we're Kennedies in the making
La-la la, la-la la la, so what's the point of waiting?
There can never be, be too much of a good thing
La-la la, la-la la la, we're Kennedies in the making