That's Your Funeral Lyrics - Singles - Oliver

[MR. BUMBLE (spoken)] 

Liberal terms, Mr. Sowerberry...Liberal terms? Three pounds! 

[SOWERBERRY (spoken)] 

Well, as a matter of fact, I was needing a boy.... 

[SOWERBERRY] 

He's a born undertaker's mute. 

I can see him in his black silk suit. 

Following behind the funeral procession... 

With his features fixed in a suitable expression. 

There'll be horses with tall black plumes 

To escort us to the family tombs, 

With mourners 

In all corners 

Who've been taught to weep in tune. 

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Then the coffin lined with satin. 

That's your funeral! 

[MRS. SOWERBERRY] 

That's your funeral! 

[SOWERBERRY] 

Large enough to wear your hat in. 

That's your funeral! 

[MRS. SOWERBERRY] 

That's your funeral! 

[SOWERBERRY] 

We're just here to glamourize you for that 

Endless sleep. 

[MRS. SOWERBERRY AND SOWERBERRY] 

You might just as well look fetching 

When you're six feet deep! 

[MRS. SOWERBERRY] 

At the wake we'll drink a toddy 

To the body beautiful. 

[MR. SOWERBERRY] 

That's your funeral! 

[MRS. SOWERBERRY] 

Not our funeral. 

[BOTH] 

That's your funeral! 

[SOWERBERRY] 

If you're fond of overeating 

That's your funeral. 

[MRS. SOWERBERRY] 

That's your funeral! 

[SOWERBERRY] 

Starve yourself by undereating 

That's your funeral. 

[MRS. SOWERBERRY] 

That's your funeral! 

[SOWERBERRY & MRS. SOWERBERRY] 

Visualize the earth descending on you clod by clod. 

You can't come back when you're buried 

Underneath the ...sod! 

We will not reduce our prices. 

Keep your vices usual. 

[SOWERBERRY] 

That's your funeral 

[MRS. SOWERBERY] 

Not our funeral. 

[BOTH] 

That's your funeral. 

[MR. BUMBLE] 

I don't think this song is funny. 

[SOWERBERRY] 

That's your funeral. 

[MRS. SOWERBERRY] 

That's your funeral! 

[MR. BUMBLE] 

Here's the boy, now where's the money? 

[SOWERBERRY] 

That's your funeral. 

[MR. BUMBLE] 

That's your funeral! 

[SOWERBERRY] 

We don't harbour thoughts macabre, 

There's no need to frown. 

[MRS. SOWERBERRY AND SOWEBERRY] 

In the end we'll either burn you up or nail you down! 

We love coughs and wheezes 

And diseases called incurable. 

That's your funeral. 

No one else's funeral, 

[SOWERBERRY] 

That's your... 

[MRS. SOWEBERRY] 

That's your... 

[BOTH] 

Funeral!