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Lyrics: Ike Reilly. What A Day.

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Today we buried our mother
What a day
What a day
What a day
I told my father I loved her
But that I was going away
Everything she believed in
Everything she would say
was buried in that box with her
what a day
what a day
what a day

had a luncheon at a cafe
and before we ate we prayed
all the people remembered
why they had sent her away

all the people remembered
that nobody said a thing
that she looked pretty and peaceful
I guess that means that she's better off dead
Oh yeah
I guess that means that she's better off dead

Today we buried our mother
We laid the poor woman to rest
Everyone got a new suit
And my sister wore an ivory dress

Today we buried our mother
What a day
What a day
What a day
I still remember the lullaby
She was singing when they took her away
She was singing when they took her away
What a day
What a day
What a day
What a day
What a day
What a day

Goodness gracious, save my soul
Another baby went down the hole
Will it sink or will it rise?
I'll mix its ashes with my wine.