
Well, that's kind of a long story.
What a story it is.
A tragic tale of romance, passion...
...and murder most foul.
This is gonna be good.
Hit it, boys.
Hey, give me a listenYou corpses of cheer
At least those of youWho 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 frownBecause it's really okay
You might try and hide And you might try and pray
But we all end upThe remains of the day
That's right.
Well, our girl was a beautyKnown for miles around
When a mysterious strangerCame into town
He was plenty good-lookingBut down on his cash
And our poor little babyShe fell hard and fast
When her daddy said no She just couldn't cope
So our lovers came upWith a plan to elope
Die, die, we all pass away
But don't wear a frownBecause 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.
Yeah.
Yeah!
That's nice.
So they conjured up a planTo meet late at night
They told not a soulKept the whole thing tight
Now, her mother's wedding dressFit like a glove
You don't need muchWhen you're really in love
women
Except for a few thingsOr so I'm told
Like the family jewelsAnd a satchel of gold
Then next to the graveyardBy the old oak tree
On a dark foggy nightAt a quarter to 3
She was ready to goBut 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 eyesShe was dead as dust