Текст песни: My Man's An Undertaker + перевод

You better stop knocking on my door at night

You better keep your mouth shut good and tight

Cause 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,

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’d put another cushion on your easy chair

Cause to where you used to sit,

Mr Rise is sitting there

He promised me a cab and all you did was scheme

The only time I rode was in my dreams

Now my man’s an undertaker,

He’s got a fleet of limousins

I moved his business over here

Just to have him kinda near

Darling, the cellar where it used to be bed

Now Mr Rise 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.

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