My great uncle Oscar passed when I was seven

He was a young man in relative terms

And I never knew him, and I never saw him

Till after his last day on Earth



But I wore my Sunday best, look sad like all the rest,

And shuffled around in my chair.

And memory has faded but one thing is certain

I didn’t know why I was there.



And his cousin Helen, well she brought some tissue

And said what a shame it was he had to go

But she took the notes of what people were wearing

Cause Helen, she loved to show



But she wore her Sunday best, and look sad like all the rest

Do you like that she has done with her hair?

I guess there was one thing that we had in common,

We didn’t know why we were there



With his brother Charlie, they ran the family business

You know they just never, quiet saw eye to eye,

Those who were closest, they cried all around him

But Charlie, his features were dry



But he wore his Sunday best, look sad like all the rest

As he thought about all of those shares

And I guess there was one thing that we had in common,

We didn’t know why we were there.



You can wear out your Sunday best, look sad like all the rest

But you won’t fool the big man upstairs,

It could be that he thinks, you’re better off absent

If you don’t know why you are there

Oh, if you don’t know why you’re there