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