[MR. BUMBLE (spoken)]
Liberal terms, Mr. Sowerberry...Liberal terms? Three pounds!
[SOWERBERRY (spoken)]
Well, as a matter of fact, I was needing a boy....
[MR. BUMBLE]
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 balck plumes
To escort us to the family tombs,
With mourners
In all corners
Who`ve been taught to week in tune.
Then the coffin lined with satin.
That`s your funeral.
[MRS. SOWERBERRY]
That`s your funeral.
[SOWERBERRY]
Large enough to wear your hat in.
That`s your funearl.
[MRS. SOWERBERRY]
That`s your funeral.
[SOWERBERRY]
We`re just here to glamourize you for that
Endless sleep.
[MRS. SOWERBERRY AND SOWERBERRY]
You might just as well look fetching
When you`re six feet deep.
[MRS. SOWERBERRY]
At the wake we`ll drink a toddy
To the body beautiful.
[MR. SOWERBERRY]
That`s your funeral.
[MRS. SOWERBERRY]
Not our funeral.
[BOTH]
That`s your funeral.
[SOWERBERRY]
If you`re fond of overeating
That`s your funeral.
[MRS. SOWERBERRY]
That`s your funeral.
[SOWERBERRY]
Starve yourself by undereating
That`s your funeral.
[THE FUNERAL PROCESSION]
That`s your funeral?
[MRS. SOWERBERRY]
Visualize the earth descentind on you clod by clod.
You can`t come back when you`re buried
Underneath the ...sod.
[MRS. SOWERBERRY AND SOWERBERRY]
We will not reduce our prices.
Keep your vices usual.
[SOWERBERRY]
That`s your funeral.
[MRS. SOWERBERY]
Not our funeral.
[MRS. SOWERBERRY]
Not our funeral.
[ALL]
That`s your funeral.
[MR. BUMBLE]
I don`t think this song is funny.
[SOWERBERRY]
That`s your funeral.
[MR. BUMBLE]
Here`s the boy, now where`s the money?
[SOWERBERRY]
That`s your funeral.
[MR. BUMBLE]
That`s your funeral.
[SOWERBERRY]
We don`t harbour thoughts macabre,
There`s no need to frown.
[MRS. SOWERBERRY AND SOWEBERRY]
In the end we`ll either burn you up or nail you donw.
We love coughs and wheezes
And diseases called incurable.
That`s your funeral.
No one else`s funearl.
[SOWERBERRY]
That`s your...
[MRS. SOWEBERRY]
That`s your...
[BOTH]
Funeral!
