A thousand dollar wedding Was supposed to be held the other day And with all the invitations sent The young bride passed away When the groom saw people passing notes "Not unusual," he might say "But where are the flowers for my baby? And where's my girlfriend's fat old momma? And why ain't there a funeral If you're gonna act that way?" Yeah ♪ I hate to tell you how he acted When the news arrived He took some friends out drinking And it's lucky they survived Because he told them everything There was to tell along the way And he knocked 'em down 'cause there were traces Of old lies still on their faces So why don't someone spike his drink? Or 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 About the sweet child's holy face And saints who sung out loud Ooh, and he swore the fiercest beasts Could be put to sleep that way Yeah but where's the flowers for the girl Who only knew she loved the world? And why ain't there a 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