Verse 1 He works nights at the funeral home He's good with his hands, he's got a gentle way He tucks the stitches under the powder and says "now nobody can tell" Chorus Teenage embalmer, fix my face Teenage embalmer, put it back in place Fill me up with something cold and sweet Nobody lifts the collar when you look this neat Verse 2 My mother's got a thing for him She brings him cake, she brings him coffee She says he'd make a fine husband because he never looks underneath Chorus Teenage embalmer, fix my face Teenage embalmer, put it back in place Fill me up with something cold and sweet Nobody lifts the collar when you look this neat Bridge Rouge on the knuckles, rouge on the throat Pearls to cover where the collar goes Nobody checks on the ones who look this good Nobody checks on the ones who look this good Final Chorus Teenage embalmer, fix my face Teenage embalmer, put it back in place Fill me up with something cold and sweet Nobody lifts, nobody lifts Nobody lifts the collar when you look this neat
