(Written and performed yesterday at the wedding of my No1 daughter, Sarah, to Robert Shersby)

 

When people ask of me

What would you like to be

I think of all the dreams that I’ve had

I’d choose the perfect groom

Perhaps Orlando Bloom

Or Daniel Craig or even my dad;

Instead I am Bobby’s Girl

Here I am, Bobby’s Girl

But that’s OK cos I love him you see

I’m glad to be Bobby’s Girl

I know he loves Bobby’s Girl

And that’s the most important thing to me.

 

He wouldn’t hurt a fly

But Robert’s DIY

And gardening are both just a farce

He’ll never top the bill

With hammer, spade or drill

While ever there’s a hole in his arse

So here I am, Bobby’s Girl…

 

No sooner than I sees

His stack of DVDs

Of Morgan Freeman on every shelf

And Liam Neeson too

I stared and just said “Phew”

I’ve got to have that man for myself

 

We both watch on NetFlix

Then does his magic tricks

The tension greater than I can bear

He always wears odd socks

Today, though, shock of shocks!

He’s wearing just for me a new matching pair.

Because I am Bobby’s Girl…

 

And so you see I got

To tie the marriage knot

Although I pledged my troth on my own

For Rob would nothing say

Since he was miles away

Texting with his head down into his phone

So here I am Bobby’s Girl…