Was a thousand dollars wedding supposed to be held the other day
And with all the invitations sent, the young bride went away
When the groom saw people passing notes
Not unusual, he might say
But where are the flowers for my baby?
I'd even like to see her mean old mama
And why ain't there a funeral, if you're gonna act that way?
Supposed to be a funeral
It's been a bad, bad day
I hate to tell you how he acted when the news arrived
He took some friends out drinking and it's lucky they survived
He told them everything there was to tell there along the way
And he felt so bad when he saw the traces of old lies still on their faces
Why don't someone here just spike his drink?
Why don't you do him in some old way?
Supposed to be a funeral
It's been a bad, bad day
The Reverend Dr. William Grace was talking to the crowd
All about the sweet child's holy face and the saints who sung out loud
Well, he swore the fiercest beasts could all be put to sleep the same silly way
Ah but where are the flowers for the girl?
She only knew she loved the world
And why ain't there one lonely horn with one sad note to play?
Supposed to be a funeral
It's been a bad, bad day
Supposed to be a funeral
It's been a bad, bad day
And with all the invitations sent, the young bride went away
When the groom saw people passing notes
Not unusual, he might say
But where are the flowers for my baby?
I'd even like to see her mean old mama
And why ain't there a funeral, if you're gonna act that way?
Supposed to be a funeral
It's been a bad, bad day
I hate to tell you how he acted when the news arrived
He took some friends out drinking and it's lucky they survived
He told them everything there was to tell there along the way
And he felt so bad when he saw the traces of old lies still on their faces
Why don't someone here just spike his drink?
Why don't you do him in some old way?
Supposed to be a funeral
It's been a bad, bad day
The Reverend Dr. William Grace was talking to the crowd
All about the sweet child's holy face and the saints who sung out loud
Well, he swore the fiercest beasts could all be put to sleep the same silly way
Ah but where are the flowers for the girl?
She only knew she loved the world
And why ain't there one lonely horn with one sad note to play?
Supposed to be a funeral
It's been a bad, bad day
Supposed to be a funeral
It's been a bad, bad day
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