Do you ever think, as the hearse goes by,
That you may be the next to die?
They wrap you up in a long white sheet
From your head down to your feet.
They put you in a big black box
and cover you over with dirt and rocks.
And all goes well for about a week,
And then the coffin begins to leak.
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle on your snout.
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose,
They eat the jelly between your toes.
A great big worm with rolling eyes
Cralws in your stomach and out your eyes
Your stomach turns a slimy green,
And pus pours out like whipping cream.
You spread it on a slice of bread,
and that’s what you eat when you are dead.

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