Rude Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox (Ft. Von Smith)

Woke up this morning jumped out of bed
And put on my best suit
Got in my car and raced like a jet
All the way to you
Knocked on your door with heart in my hand
To ask you a question
Cause I know that you're an old-fashioned man

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life?
Say yes, say yes cause I need to know
You say I'll never get your blessing 'til the day I die
Tough luck, my friend, but the answer is 'No'

Why you gotta be so rude?
Don't you know I'm human too?
Why you gotta be so rude?
I'm gonna marry her anyway

Marry that girl
I'll marry her anyway
Marry that girl
No matter what you say
Marry that girl
We'll be a family

I hate to do this, you leave no choice (Sha-la-la-la-la)
Can't live without her
Love me or hate me we will be bald
Standing at that altar
Or we will run away
To another galaxy, you know
You know she's in love with me
She will go anywhere I go