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That's Your Funeral (From "Oliver")

Sonia Fraser, Barry Humphries28 Jul 2014

That's Your Funeral (From "Oliver") Lyrics

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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

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