[get to it]
  There's a dead hobo on the patio
  And an old barbed-wire on the funeral fire
  Well ya roll out the carpet
  And it better be red
  And it better be long as the trouble's in my head
  Gonna be livin' one foot in the grave
  
  I was sittin' at home cookin' up a steak
  Satan came down dressed like a snake
  Well he called my name
  As I turned up the flame
  And then I realized I was out of mayonnaise
  Well you been livin' one foot in the grave
  
  Yeah don't go throwin' no coupons on my grave
  Don't go carvin' no happy-face on my tombstone
  
  Whooo!
  Whooo!