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 Because 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
That's right.
Well, our girl was a beauty Known for miles around When a mysterious stranger Came into town
He was 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 Because 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
That's right. Okay. Oh, yeah. Come on, boys, pick it up. Yeah. Like it. Okay, Chancy, take it. Yeah. Yeah!
That's nice. 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
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 Then 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 But don't wear a frown, Because 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.