My Man's an Undertaker
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You better not knock on my door at night
Better keep your mouth shut good and tight
'Cause my man's an undertaker
He's got a coffin just your size
Well now, you better not brag about the times we had
'Cause that will only make Mr. Ice real mad
See, my man's an undertaker
He's got a coffin just your size
Well, I threw your clothes out in the dump
And now you can just go and sit on a stump
I put another cushion on that easy chair
'Cause where you used to sit now Mr. Ice is sittin' there
You promised me a car but all you did was scheme
The only time I rode was in my dreams
Now my man, he's an undertaker
And he's got a fleet of limousines
Well, I moved his business over here
Just so I can keep my man kinda near
And down in the cellar where it used to be bare
Now Mr. Ice keep his coffins there
He will come and get you in his big black hearse
Take you out the door with your feet going first
See, my man's an undertaker
He's got a coffin just your size
My man's an undertaker
He's got a coffin just your size