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 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   Supposed to be a funeral   It's been a bad, bad day