Undertakers Party

Down little quiet street in old house
Was undertakers office and as were hanging around
We were peering through the windows, staring at wreaths
At white expensive coffins and cheap plain biers

Once on a summer night about quarter to ten
We heard a creak and in the doorway there was a man
He grinning said: "Good evening, boys! Why dont you come in?
We gotta little party here, so wont you begin to

Dance with the dead
Swing with the dead
Sway with the dead
At undertakers party

Rock with the dead
Roll with the dead
Jump till you dead
At undertakers party"

We gotta run but our feet froze to the floor
He pulled us in and there was no way back anymore
We saw the corpses shuffling all over the hall
The music started and wed got to have a ball

And we danced with the dead
Swung with the dead
Swayed with the dead
At undertakers party

Rocked with the dead
Rolled with the dead
Jumped till we dead
At undertakers party

The undertaker was a lonely man and thats why
He made a company for him of dead zombiefied
We shared the community and its not a lick bad
So welcome to the party where you can with the dead