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Mister Smith well he's dressed all in black
Arms are crossed and he's lying on his back
Nevermore to laugh or cry
Nevermore to curse or lie
Going on a trip and he ain't coming back
Mister Jones well he's dressed all in blue
Eyes rolled back and lips that match his suit
In his nicest tie in his cleanest socks
Taking his ease in a big pine box
Arms are crossed and he's lying on his back
Nevermore to laugh or cry
Nevermore to curse or lie
Going on a trip and he ain't coming back
Mister Jones well he's dressed all in blue
Eyes rolled back and lips that match his suit
In his nicest tie in his cleanest socks
Taking his ease in a big pine box
Soon he'll be resting in the family tomb
Late for work 'cause I had a drink or six
That's how I came to be in this terrible fix
Dressed Smith in black instead of blue
Jones' family won't be amused
Gotta find a way out of this awful mix
Jones is wedged into his suit of blue
Rigor mortis makes him too stiff to move
Well just get it fixed is what the boss man said
If I can't switch suits then I'll just switch heads
Yes this hacksaw will just have to do
Late for work 'cause I had a drink or six
That's how I came to be in this terrible fix
Dressed Smith in black instead of blue
Jones' family won't be amused
Gotta find a way out of this awful mix
Jones is wedged into his suit of blue
Rigor mortis makes him too stiff to move
Well just get it fixed is what the boss man said
If I can't switch suits then I'll just switch heads
Yes this hacksaw will just have to do
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