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Wednesday, June 6, 2007
That's Your Funeral
Liberal terms, Mr. Sowerberry? Liberal terms? Three pounds!
Well, as a matter of fact, I was needing a boy....
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 glamourize 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 under eating,
That's your funeral.
That's your 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 harbour 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...
That's your...
That's your...
Funeral!
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