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
And 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 café
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.