and with all the invitations sent the young bride went awaywhen the groom saw people passing notes not unusual, he might saybut where are the flowers for my babyI'd even like to see her mean old mamaand why ain't there a funeral, if you're gonna act that wayI hate to tell you how he acted when the news arrivedhe took some friends out drinking and it's lucky they survivedwell, he told them everything there was to tell there along the wayand he felt so bad when he saw the tracesof old lies still on their facesso why don't someone here just spike his drinkwhy don't you do him in some old waysupposed to be a funeral, it's been a bad, bad daythe Reverend Dr. William Grace was talking to the crowdall about the sweet child's holy faceand the saints who sung out loudand he swore the fiercest beastscould all be put to sleep the same silly wayand where are the flowers for the girlshe only knew she loved the worldand why ain't there one lonely horn and one sad note to playsupposed to be a funeral, it's been a bad, bad dayooh, supposed to be a funeral, it's been a bad, bad day