My Mans An Undertaker

You better stop knocking on my door at night

You better keep your mouth shut good and tight

My man's an undertaker

And he's got a coffin just your size

Well, you better not brag 'bout the times we had

'Cause that'll only make Mr. Rise real mad

My man's an undertaker

And he's got a coffin just your size

I'd do your old clothes out on the dump

Now you can go and sit on the stump

I put another cushion on your easy chair

'Cause to where you used to sit, Mr Rice is sitting there

You promised me a car, but all you did was scheme

The only time I rode was in my dreams

Now my man's an undertaker

And he's got a fleet of limousines

Yes, lord, oh yeah

I moved his business over here

Just to have him kinda near

Down in the cellar where it used to be bed

Now Mr Rice keeps his coffins there

My man'll come and get you in his big black house

Take you out of the house with your feet going first

My man's an undertaker

He's got a coffin just your size

He's got a coffin just your size