My dreams may be set a high bar
I may not be a movie star
My dad isn't an oil czar
My mate may not come in a fancy car
My party may not have a drinking bar
My splurge may have come from my tin jar
My wedding may not make any news afar
But what I shall remember in my memoir
That my entourage was the best by far
It was a made up of song on the lips and a guitar
And however bizarre
My mate and I will go far
My wedding for me shall remain akbar.
