Wedding Day in Funeralville - John Prine

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 kid will sing

Hooray 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 a wedding day in Funeralville

What shall I wear tonight?

It’s a 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, there’s 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 a wedding day in Funeralville

What shall I wear tonight?

It’s a wedding day in Funeralville

What shall I wear tonight?