It's wedding day in Funeralville   Your soup spoon's on your right   The King and Queen will alternate   With the refrigerator light      They'll be boxing on the TV show   The colored kids will sing   Hoo ray for you and midnight's oil   Let's burn the whole damn thing      Felicia is my dark horse girl   I'll take her if it rains   She throws up punch upon the host   And says many stupid things      But she ain't so bad   When we're all alone she's as different as can be   She's a part a my heart, don'tcha pull us apart   She's like one of the family      Oh no, trouble in the attic   Won't somebody turn on a light?   Got so, so many troubles   Can't even tell wrong from right   I'm gonna comb my hair   Darn my socks, tip my hat and say goodnight      It's wedding day in Funeralville   What shall I wear tonight?   It's wedding day in Funeralville   What shall I wear tonight?      My car is stuck in Washington   And I cannot find out why   Come sit beside me on the swing   And watch the angels cry      It's anybody's ballgame   It's everybody's fight   And the street lamp said as he nodded his head   It's lonesome out tonight      Oh no, trouble in the attic   Won't somebody turn on a light?   Got so, so many troubles   Can't even tell wrong from right   I'm gonna comb my hair   Darn my socks, tip my hat and say goodnight      It's wedding day in Funeralville   What shall I wear tonight?   It's wedding day in Funeralville   What shall I wear tonight?