Undertacker's Party - Mad Heads

Down little quiet street in old house was undertaker’s office and as we’re

hanging around

We were peering through the windows, staring at wreaths at white expensive

coffins and cheap plain biers.

Once on a summer night about quarter to ten we heard a creak and in the doorway

there was a man

He grinning said: «Good evening, boys!

Why don’t you come in?

We gotta little

party here, so won’t you begin to

Dance with the dead, swing with the dead

Sway with the dead at undertaker’s party

Rock with the dead, roll with the dead

Jump till you dead at undertaker’s party»

We gotta run but our feet froze to the floor he pulled us in and there was no

way back anymore

We saw the corpses shuffling all over the hall the music started and we’d got

to have a ball.

And we danced with the dead, swung with the dead

Swayed with the dead at undertaker’s party.

Rocked with the dead, rolled with the dead

Jumped till we dead at undertaker’s party.

The undertaker was a lonely man and that’s why he made a company for him of

dead zombiefied

We shared the community and it’s not a lick bad so welcome to the party where

you can with the dead.

And we danced with the dead, swung with the dead

Swayed with the dead at undertaker’s party.

Rocked with the dead, rolled with the dead

Jumped till we dead at undertaker’s party.

And we danced with the dead, swung with the dead

Swayed with the dead at undertaker’s party.

Rocked with the dead, rolled with the dead

Jumped till we dead at undertaker’s party.

At undertaker’s party.

At undertaker’s party.

At undertaker’s party.