He was invited so he came to the wedding Even though he hadn't seen her For two months or three And there over silver cutlery and bedding She told him that she'd never felt so happy He lived his life out of order Stopped at happiness' border They read his crimes out aloud But he'll never know how To make her so happy when there's a crowd Although she'd never agreed in theory She felt, biologically, it was time Still, the whole rigmarole makes her uneasy That's why they were drinking this cask wine She will be left lonely But she will be right