$1000 Wedding

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're 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

'Cause, 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're 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

Ohh, supposed to be a funeral, it's been a bad, bad day