| Call up the preacher,
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| Save him the ride,
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| There’ll be no wedding today.
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| Here stands the bridegroom,
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| Without any bride,
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| To Love, Honour and Obey.
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| Call up the baker,
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| Cancel the cake,
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| There’ll be no wedding today.
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| Tell all the people,
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| There’s been a mistake,
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| You’ll think of something to say.
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| I had a funny feeling, this morning,
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| It woke me at the crack of dawn,
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| And then came her note without warning,
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| Saying,"Baby when you read this I’ll be gone."
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| Call up the florist,
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| Give him the news.
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| Tell him, «Forget the bouquet.»
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| Somehow the flowers,
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| Don’t go with the blues,
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| There’ll be no wedding today.
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| Call all our friends up,
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| Say that we’re through,
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| Tell them «I'm sorry to say,
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| Every-thing's over, it’s sad but it’s true,
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| There’ll be no wedding today.» |