Remains of the Day

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 jubiliciously lovely corpse bride

Die, die, we all pass away
But don't wear a frown 'cause it's really okay
You might try and hide, and you might try and pray
But we all end up the remains of the day
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Well, our girl was beauty, known for miles around
When a mysterious stranger came into town
He's plenty good-looking, 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
But don't wear a frown 'cause it's really okay
You might try and hide, and you might try and pray
But we all end up the remains of the day
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, that's right
Okay, oh yeah
Come on, boys, pick it up
Yeah, like it
Okay, Chancy, take it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yo!)
Oh, that's nice
Yeah!

So they conjured up a plan to meet late at night
They told not a soul, kept the whole thing tight
Now her mother's wedding dress fit like a glove
You don't need much when you're really in love
Except for a few things, or so I'm told
Like the family jewels and a 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 her 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 lying 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 (oh yeah, oh yeah)
And that's the story of our corpse bride (oh yeah, oh yeah)

Die, die, we all pass away
But don't wear a frown 'cause it's really okay
You might try and hide, and you might try and pray
But we all end up the remains of the day
Yeah