Madonna's Wedding

Out of wedlock is my son
Two bastards now
Instead of one
What can publicly be done?
To rectify my honour
Oh a wedding
That'll see me through
I'll hitch to father number two
Rent me Scotland
That'll do
Just say it’s for Madonna
Get me a castle, Nice and Old
Lots of armour, Lots of mould
We'll get headlines, Nice and bold
Or my careers a goner
Tartan for the bride and groom
A few close friends
There ain't much room
Sting's place for the honeymoon
If we can stand the squalor
Oh lets do that Scotland thing
Whiskey and a highland fling
Limo waiting in the wing
To whisk you where you wanna
(Have you got the rhyme scheme on this one?)
And baby Rocco needs a dip
In holy water ain't it sick
Get me a cathedral quick
Just say it’s for Madonna
And the locals think its some big deal
They're flattered by that showbiz spiel
They thought Braveheart was for real
Upon my word of honour
And we'll get Hello magazine
To photograph the happy scene
We'll make those other divas green
With envy of Madonna
Cause you see my dears
It’s down to class
What goods talent, tits and ass?
If your lifestyle's deeply crass
Like those would be Madonnas.