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 T.V. show
The colored kids will sing
Hoo ray for you
And midnight's oil
Lets 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
Chorus
Oh no! Trouble in the attic
Won't somebody turn on a lite
Got so, so many troubles
Can't even tell