🎵 “Mister Dead” [Verse 1] A corpse is a corpse, of course, of course, And no one talks to a corpse, of course, That is, of course, unless the corpse Is the famous Mister Dead! [Verse 2] Go right to the morgue and you’ll confess, You’ve never heard such lifelessness, He’ll tell you tales through rigor stress, That famous Mister Dead! [Chorus] He’ll creak, he’ll groan, he’ll make you jump, He’ll whisper secrets from the dump, His humor’s dry, his tone is dread, That clever, never-living Mister Dead! [Verse 3] He used to walk, he used to eat, Now maggots dance around his feet, But still he’s got that charm and wit — That post-mortem, decomposin’ hit! [Bridge] Don’t knock upon his coffin door, He’ll chat with you forevermore, He’s pale, he’s chill, he’s slightly red, That endlessly talkin’ Mister Dead! [Outro – Spoken, like an old TV outro] 🎙️ “Mister Dead — he may be gone… but he’ll never stop talking!”
