Hey, give me a listen    You corpses of cheer    At least those of you    Who still got an ear    I’ll tell you a story    Make a skeleton cry    Of our own jubilisciously lovely Corpse Bride       Die Die    We all pass away    Don’t wear a frown, cause it’s really ok    You might try and hide    And you might try to pray    But we all end up    The remains of the day       Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah    Yah, yah, yah       Well our girl was a beauty    Known for miles around    A mysterious stranger came into town    He was plenty good lookin’    But down on his cash    And our poor little baby    She fell hard and fast    When her daddy said no    She just couldn’t cope    So our lovers came up with a plan to elope       Die Die    We all pass away    Don’t wear a frown, cause it’s really ok    You might try and hide    And you might try to pray    But we all end up    The remains of the day       Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah    Yah, yah, yah       Yeah, so they conjured up a plan to meet late at night    Told not a soul, kept the whole thing tight    Now her mother’s wedding dress fit like a glove    We don’t need much we’re already in love    Except for a few things, or so I am told    That the family jewels and the satchel of gold    Then next to the graveyard by the old oak tree    On a dark foggy night at a quarter to three    She was ready to go    But where was he!?    (And then?)    She waited    (And then?)    There in the shadows, was it the man!?    (And then?)    Her little heart beat so loud    (And then?)    And then baby, everything…went…black       Now when she opened her eyes    She was dead as dust    Her jewels were missing    And her heart was bust    So she made a vow right under that tree    That she’d wait for her true love to come set her free    Always waiting for someone to ask for her hand    When out of the blue comes this groovy young man    Who vows forever to be by her side    And that’s the story of our CORPSE BRIDE       Die Die    We all pass away    Don’t wear a frown, cause it’s really ok    You might try and hide    And you might try to pray    But we all end up    The remains of the day       YEAH