That's Your Funeral

That's Your Funeral - Sound-a-like Cover - Union Of Sound

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

That's your funeral

Large enough to wear your hat in

That's your funearl

That's your funeral

We're just here to glamourize you for that

Endless sleep

You might just as well look fetching

When you're six feet deep

At the wake we'll drink a toddy

To the body beautiful

That's your funeral

Not our funeral

That's your funeral

If you're fond of overeating

That's your funeral

That's your funeral

Starve yourself by undereating

That's your funeral

Visualize the earth descentind on you clod by clod

You can't come back when you're buried

Underneath the sod

We will not reduce our prices

Keep your vices usual

That's your funeral

Not our funeral

That's your funeral

I don't think this song is funny

That's your funeral

That's your funeral

Here's the boy now where's the money

That's your funeral

That's your funeral

We don't harbour thoughts macabre

There's no need to frown

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

That's your

That's your

Funeral