Friends Getting Married (Pt. 2) Lyrics

I've been smoking cheap cigars

With my friends at the weddings

Of our friends getting married

And falling in love

They say each day is better than the next

When you're staring at the ground

Nothing coming round

But the sorrowful sound

Of our friends getting married

On a Sunday of all days

They fell into a lovesick craze

And pledged their lives to each other until the ending of days

Oh, woe is me

Will I ever find somebody

To call my own

To welcome me home

And I want to be

Everything you want me to be

Darling, can't you see

I love you madly, crazy

Like a dog who won't get lazy

Seeking attention

Seeking embrace

Seeking something more than a pretty face

I've been smoking cheap cigars and drinking cheap beer

And expensive whiskey

At the weddings of our friends getting married

On a Sunday of all days