Appropriate Dipstick

My mother and my father never one without the other
Got together in november with her sister and his brother
They married in the church with the big big steeple
And their friends tell me now how they are such fine people

They would dance, dance, dance
2 by 2 and holding hands
All the couples on the floor
Drove'er hard and asked for more
So the fiddler went on
Grabbed his bow and played a song
Well that was his pick
His appropriate dipstick

Deedle di dee dum
Deedle di dee dum
Diddle diddle dum dee du
Diddle didee diddle dum

And forty years from then when their daughter and her lover
Got together on the alter to proclaim to one another
Eternal love from heaven they would give and would receive
A love that was worth celebrating well in the eve

Could we all join hands
In the union of this chance
Take a partner to the floor
Feel the music to the core
When the fiddler struck a note
That was when the party broke
And the bow was his pick
His appropriate dipstick