My Mans An Undertaker

You better stop knocking on my door at night You better keep your mouth shut good and tight My man's an undertaker And he's got a coffin just your size Well, you better not brag 'bout the times we had 'Cause that'll only make Mr. Rise real mad My man's an undertaker And he's got a coffin just your size I'd do your old clothes out on the dump Now you can go and sit on the stump I put another cushion on your easy chair 'Cause to where you used to sit, Mr Rice is sitting there You promised me a car, but all you did was scheme The only time I rode was in my dreams Now my man's an undertaker And he's got a fleet of limousines Yes, lord, oh yeah I moved his business over here Just to have him kinda near Down in the cellar where it used to be bed Now Mr Rice keeps his coffins there My man'll come and get you in his big black house Take you out of the house with your feet going first My man's an undertaker He's got a coffin just your size He's got a coffin just your size