Mister Smith well he's dressed all in black Arms are crossed and he's lying on his back Nevermore to laugh or cry Nevermore to curse or lie Going on a trip and he ain't coming back
Mister Jones well he's dressed all in blue Eyes rolled back and lips that match his suit In his nicest tie in his cleanest socks Taking his ease in a big pine box Soon he'll be resting in the family tomb
Late for work 'cause I had a drink or six That's how I came to be in this terrible fix Dressed Smith in black instead of blue Jones' family won't be amused Gotta find a way out of this awful mix
Jones is wedged into his suit of blue Rigor mortis makes him too stiff to move Well just get it fixed is what the boss man said If I can't switch suits then I'll just switch heads Yes this hacksaw will just have to doTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
