you want to make the bride a widow
and the groom her ghost
but you're not quite sure
what to do with yourself push familiar further
keep the stranger known
they're all dying
my you have grown oh sigh
oh sigh oh sigh bye and bye
oh you'll sigh oh you’ll sigh oh you’ll sigh
bye and bye the guests were occupied
the bride was slipping down
the guests were entertained
you wish bride's head was in town nobodies touching that big ol' punch bowl
no nobodies touching that big ol' punch bowl
oh sigh
you hear the ladle cry
the bride’s a widow and the groom’s her ghost (not my fault)