Corpse Bride Page #3

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 3

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.

Victoria, come away from the window.

Oh, l'm sure he'll be back shortly.

He's terrified of the dark.

ln fact, when he was a boy

he used to wet his combinations

regularly, didn't he, William?

Enter.

Lord Barkis.

l trust the room is to your liking.

Thank you,

you are a most gracious hostess.

Which is why it pains me

to be the bearer of such bad news.

Would you care

to repeat tonight's headline for us?

Hear ye, hear ye!

Victor Van Dort seen this night on the

bridge in the arms of a mystery woman!

The dark-haired temptress and Master

Van Dort slipped away into the night!

And now, the weather.

Scattered showers--

Enough! That will be all.

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