I wrote a song six years a go while play ing in a wed ding band.

The word got out, and sud den ly the band and I are in de (B5)mand.

And now, cou ples all o ver Jer sey hi re me to in sure their wed (B)ded (C#m)bliss, all be cause of a tune I wrote.

That tune

goes like (B5)this:

Oh, when (B)it’s your wed ding day and my mu sic starts to play, I can (E)guar an tee that (F#m7)love will (A)find (B)you.

Yeah, when (B)it’s your wed ding day, all the prob lems melt a way if you count on me, ’cause (A)love is (Bsus4)what (B)I (E5)do.

Now, when we play a wed ding gig,, we’re like a (A)fine ly tuned ma chine.

Sam my does Van Ha len licks while George gets down on tam bou (B)rine.

We might play you some “Care less Whis per” or make you wish you had (A)“Jes sie’s Girl” (B)in (C#m)stead.

Bring the room down with “End less Love,” then blast “Bang Your Head.” “Bang Your Head”!

(E)do.

And (Esus4)long be fore the night is through, your un cle Lou will be my un cle, too.

(Esus4)I’ll be so tight with your cous in Steve.

He’ll in vite me o ver for Christ mas Eve.

I’ll (F#5)dance your mom all a (F#)round the room, (B5)then pre sent the bride and groom.

Line dance, (C)fol low me!

So, when (C)it your wed ding day and my mu sic starts to play, I can (F)guar an tee that (Gm7)love will (Bb)find (C)you.

Yeah, when (C)it’s your wed ding day, all the prob lems melt a way if you count on me, ’cause (Bb)love is (C)what, yes, (Bb5)love (D5)is (C5)what

I (F5)do.

(Do, do, do, do, do, Love’s do, what do.

I (F5)do.

Do, do, do, do, do, Love’s do, what do.

I (F5)do.

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do.)

Love is what I do!