Never laugh when a hearse goes by,
Or you may be the next to die.
They wrap you in a bloody sheet
And bury you down about sixty feet.
All goes well for about a week,
But then your 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.
Your nose, it turns a mossy green,
And pus comes out like whipping cream.
You spread it on a slice of bread
And eat it while youre lying there dead.