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That's Your Funeral
[theatre]
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He's a born undertaker's mute
I can see him in his black silk suit
Following behind the funeral procession
With his features fixed in a suitable expression
There'll be horses with tall black plumes
To escort us to the family tombs
With mourners in all corners
Who've been taught to weep in tune
Then the coffin lined with satin
That's your funeral
That's your funeral
Large enough to wear your hat in
That's your funeral
That's your funeral
We're just here to glamorize you for that endless sleep
You might just as well look fetching
When you're six feet deep!
At the wake we'll drink a toddy
To the body beautiful
That's your funeral
Not our funeral
That's your funeral
If you're fond of overeating
That's your funeral
That's your funeral
Starve yourself by undereating
That's your funeral
That's my funeral
Visualize the earth descending on you clod by clod
You can't come back when you're buried underneath the sod
We will not reduce our prices
Keep your vices usual
That's your funeral
Not our funeral
That's your funeral
I don't think this song is funny
That's your funeral
That's your funeral
Here's the boy, now where's the money?
That's your funeral
That's your funeral
We don't harbor
Thoughts macabre
There's no need to frown
In the end, we'll either burn you up or nail you down
We love coughs and wheezes
And diseases called incurable
That's your funeral
No one else's funeral
That's your funeral
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