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 jubilisciously lovely corpse bride. die, die, we all pass away. don't wear a frown, cause it's really ok. you might try and hide- and you might try to pray- but we all end up the remains of the day. well, our girl was a beauty- known for miles around. a mysterious stranger came into town. he was plenty good lookin' 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. don't wear a frown, cause it's really ok. you might try and hide- and you might try to pray- but we all end up the remains of the day. yeah, so they conjured up a plan to meet late at night. told not a soul, kept the whole thing tight. now, her mother's wedding dress fit like a glove, "we don't need much- we're already in love. except for a few things, or so i am told; that the family jewels and the 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 the 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 right 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, and that's the story of our corpse bride. die, die, we all pass away. don't wear a frown, cause it's really ok. you might try and hide- and you might try to pray- but we all end up the remains of the day.