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 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.