The new glows bright on Facebook tonight, Not a sad face to be seen. A wave on congratulations, and it looks like Leigh's the queen. And Johnny's grinning like a Cheshire Cat inside, Will we make the date? Heaven knows we'll try. Don't let them in, don't let them see, Be the good friends you always have to be. Congratulate until they know... Well now they know... We can't go. We can't go. To their wedding anymore. We can't go. We can't go. Run away and flee these shores. We don't care, what they're going to say. Let the guests rave on. Vows never bothered us anyway. It's funny how some distance, makes everything seem small. And wedding invitations, won't bring them home at all. It's great to see your love is true, We wish we could be with you too, No wine, no cheese, no cake for me... Sorry Leigh! We can't go. We can't go. I won't need a suit and tie. We can't go. We can't go. We'll never see Tabs cry. There you'll stand, but here we'll stay. Let the guests rave on... Emotions flurry through the air in London town. Your souls are spiraling like carousels around and round, And one though crystalises like an icy blast, She's never going back, Bialick's in the past! We can't go, we can't go! So we're singing this stupid song, We can't go, we can't go! But your two hearts beat as one, There you'll stand on your wedding day! Let the guests rave on... Who needs the Killington's anyway?