Chuck Brodsky Funeral For The Curse
It was the 13th of never
It had been a very long wait
For another week with two Wednesdays
Hadn't happened since 1908
Red snow flakes were falling
There was a very blue moon
And all the folks in Chicago
Were singing a Steve Goodman tune
Cats were chasing dogs that day
Water ran up hill
Flocks of pigs were flying
The champagne had been chilled
It was a short sleeve night in November
The wind didn't even blow
And from hell they were reporting
More than seven feet of snow
CHORUS
They finally had a parade
Leading it was a hearse
There was nothing but joy in Mudville
They threw a funeral for The Curse
No one alive could remember
The last time Easter fell in May
Or another evening in the autumn
Celebrating Christmas Day
But the fish had climbed the poplar
And the cows were coming home
The sun rose in the west
The day The Curse was overthrown
Now some said they were ready
They had hung on just for this
They had crossed off all the other things
Above it on the list
And the ghosts no longer haunted
Now that they could finally rest
And old men and their fathers wept
Love was unrepressed
CHORUS
They finally had a parade
Leading it was a hearse
There was nothing but joy in Mudville
They threw a funeral for The Curse
And now anything's liable to happen
So keep an eye on the dominoes
And expect the unexpected
Always wear clean underclothes
'Cause it was in a month of Sundays
2nd Wednesday of the week
There was hugging in the Tavern
And lots of kissing on the cheek
CHORUS
They finally had a parade
And leading it was a hearse
There was nothing but joy in Mudville
They threw a funeral for The Curse
