Who let the dead man drive? The undertaker’s got a grin like a cracked white plate, He clocked in late, then he dug up his date. She rose from the dirt in a borrowed blue dress, Said, “You call this romance? I expected much less.” Run for your life! The bride’s got a shovel and the groom’s got a knife! What a lovely night We’re dead on arrival, but the band sounds right! The count at the drive-in spilled soup on his cape, The wolfman got tangled in a cheap plastic drape. The mad doctor’s laughing; his lightning machine Just toasted his toast and turned his hair green. Run for your life! The bride’s got a shovel and the groom’s got a knife! What a lovely night We’re dead on arrival, but the band sounds right! The coffin’s too small and the hearse won’t start, The monster’s got manners, but no spare heart. If this is forever, I’m calling it quits The ghost wants the check, and the check bounced to bits! Run for your life! The bride’s got a shovel and the groom’s got a knife! Give the dead a bite We’re dead on arrival, but the band sounds right! Goodnight!
