It was a $1000 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
I hate to tell you
How he acted when the news arrived
He took some friends out drinking
And it's lucky they survived
Well, 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
So 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
And he swore the fiercest beasts
Could all be put to sleep
The same silly way
And where are
The flowers for the girl
She only knew she loved the world
And why ain't there one lonely horn
And 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