Fun at a Funeral Home

Fun at the Funeral Home


Look around and be sad
For someone has died don’t be glad
Everyone all dressed in black
All because some guy got whacked
I am gonna show up to the funeral home
Talking loud and holding a big phone
And also during the Eulogy
I will open a beer and say “what its three”
I think the guy in the casket would understand
He is dead his body like the sand
I say we throw a party, and stop all the crying shit
He is dead so get over it
But its someone’s husband
You can fuck freely without him
But its someone’s father
Do what you want hes not there to bother
But he is someone’s friend
What the fuck, we all die in the end
Poke the body with a stick
Get one more look at, at his dick
Draw with marker, make him smile
No more worries, he’ll be buried in a while
Try to sleep with his wife
That’s to far she’s got a knife
Have a drink, or two or three
Then go home and get some sleep
Remember life is short, have fun
Fuck it all and load the gun
Dance around the flowers
As if they had special powers
Tell dirty jokes about the old stiff
Now there is nothing that he can do about it
Take his pillow and his sheet
He is not there, I need sleep
Crack a smile during the song
I bet he’s glad he moved on
Or not because he is dead
Look there is a fly on his head
Spend the money on a vacation
Or his widow to start dating
Throw him in the woods
Show all the animals his goods
It doesn’t matter if you laugh
He is dead like winter grass
So do flips and jump around
Life is too short to carry a frown
When loved ones are about to cry
Yell from behind the coffin SURPRISE!
They may not laugh at first
But soon the gas from his belly will burst
And you will get a restraining order
Against you for all the disorder
But when you are in jail
And no one comes to post your bail
At least you can tell your story
That may offend because of it being gory
But you will never forget, fun at a funeral home
Its ok to laugh you are not alone