Doghead's Cosmic Bar
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*sings* The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The aunts play pinnochle on your snout!
They eat the stuff between your toes,
And where the rest goes no one knows!
(Too bad worms are too gushy ya eat, or I might just hafta catch me the one that's bein' all bendy...)
The aunts play pinnochle on your snout!
They eat the stuff between your toes,
And where the rest goes no one knows!
(Too bad worms are too gushy ya eat, or I might just hafta catch me the one that's bein' all bendy...)
*sings
He's the bored undertaker mute
I can see him in a 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 were taught to weep in tune
---
That slays me!
He's the bored undertaker mute
I can see him in a 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 were taught to weep in tune
---
That slays me!
That reminds me of a poem
"...But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor in thy marble vault shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity;
And you quaint honor turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
Thy grave's a find and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.."
Andy was wrong, you know. I don't want to brag, but my crypts seen its fair share of embracing.
"...But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor in thy marble vault shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity;
And you quaint honor turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
Thy grave's a find and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.."
Andy was wrong, you know. I don't want to brag, but my crypts seen its fair share of embracing.
(shows off green scales) 
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