1000

It was a a thousand dollar 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