That's Your Funeral-Sonia Fraser/Barry Humphries/Paul Whitsun-Jones
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TXT That's Your Funeral-Sonia Fraser/Barry Humphries/Paul Whitsun-Jones 文本歌词
Oliver Soundtrack
Miscellaneous
That's Your Funeral
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 down
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