Cemetery Polka

Uncle Phil, independent is a hog all nice He's a big shot, now I'm over to slaughterhouse He's a Cody and from Mr. Rice Uncle Phil, no, not go with me Just make a million during World War II But the type was, and the cheap skates And they'll never give a time to you

And it may have gone yet to say she lives in the doorway of an old hotel And the radio is playing up her, but she ever says she's got to kill A compiler, that's a pilot, and there ain't no pretty girls and fans Now it runs a town, it's a cookie choy, it's saying never keeps it in

It's time for the girl to never leave her will And the tumor has just been a good night As a mystery, she was Puerto Rican And I heard she has a word and like The girl can't live without his pills I can see that his old boss died And we must find out where the money is

Getting how it produces his mind Uncle Vernon Uncle Vernon In the business of all the night He's a big shot down there at the stars He plays a corny and a mistle Right?