Don’t tell me the date, 
I know it all too well 
I believe the state 
I’m in is close to hell 
I’m learning to pray, thinking deception 
Maybe I’ll just say “
Immaculate conception” 
She’s late she’s late, my fear 
I can't hide 
She's late she’s late, will it be alright? 
She’s late she’s late, is there something inside her tummy? 
I wish I could 
I find this funny 
Which way is reverse on this time machine? 
Should of thought first, and used a magazine 
I’m changing my life, no sex where 
I’m heading 
I don't need a wife or a shotgun wedding