He’s quite a catch all things considered,

Bought a solitaire diamond, knowing it would thrill her,

Her eyes turned misty, heart all-a-quiver,

They planned a summer wedding that year.

Joyous news shared, at a family dinner,

Where eyes turned misty, hearts all-a-quiver,

Delight from her parents, Cyril and Cilla,

They’re excited for the wedding of the year.

Besties summoned, clipboard with her,

The glint in her eye sends them all of-a-shiver,

All hail the monster we know as Bridezilla!

She’s got to have the wedding of the year.

Bridesmaids! Page Boys! Nuptial excess,

Zilla gets going the second she says “Yes”,

Impossible lists of costly requests,

She’s going for the wedding of the year.

15 besties thrust on a plane,

Few can afford it but dare not complain,

“Stump up girlies, more champagne!”

She must have the wedding of the year.

Bagpipes! Canapes! Zilla’s full throttle,

Forks out on a dress seen on a supermodel,

Cyril withdraws while Cilla hits the bottle,

They’re dreading this wedding of the year.

Bridesmaids question Bridezilla’s spirit,

Dress style changed at the very last minute,

Now the chief one’s preggers so she can’t fit in it,

This could ruin her wedding of the year!

Pregnant bridesmaid’s growing ever fatter,

Hen do is over, friendships in tatters,

But Bridezilla’s wishes are the only things that matter,

She’s going to get her wedding of the year.

Glory be, all hail Bridezilla!

5 fraught hours spent in front of the mirror,

She’s waxed to the max with a face full of filler,

Strapped onto heels that would floor a beginner,

Most of the bridesmaids are ready to kill her,

And the one in the club is ready to deliver,

At the front of the church stands the elderly vicar,

Her specs are misty, her hands are a-quiver,

The groom and the guests share a nervous shiver,

As they wait for the daughter of Cyril and Cilla,

And it’s too late now to reconsider,

Coz sailing down the aisle is today’s Bridezilla,

It’s the day of the wedding of the year!