UNDERTAKER BAKER
Music and Lyrics by Frederick George Moore and
Steve Brenner
Copyright © 1967
Demophonic Music Publishing BMI
Used with permission
He wanted to get a start
And he wanted to take an art
This is all he wanted to learn
So to Mortuary Science he turned
He graduated from the U
Advanced course: 'Embalming II'
He got his bachelor's degree
And a bachelor forever he'll be
UNDERTAKER BAKER makes my day
I go and watch him working every day
And though this may sound sad to you
I'm glad
It makes me mad
He'd love to lay you down
Even though he wears a frown
His clothes are black as night
But the bodies he deals with turn white
If anyone dies in town
You'll always find him hanging around
He smells them the minute they die
It's as if he could fly
UNDERTAKER BAKER makes my day
I go and watch him working every day
And though this may sound sad to you
I'm glad
It makes me mad
Sometimes he smiles in the lab
Fixing people on the slab
He likes to work into the night
Hoping that his health won't stay right
UNDERTAKER BAKER made his goal
Embalming fluid in his veins does flow
And though it may seem sad to you
I'm glad
For he was mad
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