Lyrics

Crepe paper streamers
Dusty and limp
Hung with scotch tape
And bent paper clips
The numbers are in and
We’ve seen all the charts
Pulling the plug and
You’re breaking our hearts
With your fourth quarter funeral

Warm diet cola
And stale carrot cake
Portioned for friends on
styrofoam plates
The casket’s a rental
The speech is a bore
And I can’t help but feel
Like we’ve been here before
At your fourth quarter funeral