He took nobody there with him

And he′ll take nobody back

He drinks his herbal remedyAnd tucks his stomach fat

He wanders up the hallway

Just before his show, he

Sees the newlyweds kiss

Eyes the bouquet rose

He'll play the chords and sing

Despite despondent mind

Come heartache or hangups, he′s your guy

Wedding singer, whatcha gonna do?

Wedding's over, who'll go home with you?

Wedding singer, looks like you′re not who you think you are

He finds the buffet empty

The chicken′s cold and gray

The dirty chocolate fountain

The half-price potpourri

He mixes hooch and liquor

And grows his lonely grin, he's

A soft soul in decline

He′s a Frenchman in Berlin

As he's chewing on a bun

I′ll always be a bridesmaid

And I'll never take one home

Wedding singer, whatcha gonna do?

Wedding′s over, who'll go home with you?

Wedding singer, looks like you're not who you think you are

I′d like to welcome to the stage, Mr. Misery

He′s not as bad as he might seem

He's just a bird without a tree

A player without a team

And just like all of us, he learns

That life′s adjusting dreams

Wedding singer, whatcha gonna do?

(It's all about adjusting your dreams)

Wedding′s over, who'll go home with you?

(No-one, that′s my guess)

Wedding singer, looks like you're not who you think you are