[get to it]
There's a dead hobo on the patio
And an old barbed-wire on the funeral fire
Well ya roll out the carpet
And it better be red
And it better be long as the trouble's in my head
Gonna be livin' one foot in the grave
I was sittin' at home cookin' up a steak
Satan came down dressed like a snake
Well he called my name
As I turned up the flame
And then I realized I was out of mayonnaise
Well you been livin' one foot in the grave
Yeah don't go throwin' no coupons on my grave
Don't go carvin' no happy-face on my tombstone
Whooo!
Whooo!