Don’t ever laugh when a hearse goes by,
You just might be the next to die
They’ll wrap you in a big white sheet
From your head down to your feet.
They’ll throw you in a big black box
And fill your grave with dirt and rocks.
And there you’ll lie for about a week,
Until your coffin springs a leak.
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle on your snout.
They’ll eat your ears, they’ll eat your nose,
They’ll gobble your fingers and your toes.
But then a great big rat will come
Crawl in your mouth and out your bum.
Your skin will turn a sickly blue,
Your brains will melt and turn to goo
You spread them on a slice of bread,
And that’s what you eat when you are dead.
The Hearse Song - SCARY STORIES TO TELL IN THE DARK