Текст песни
I am an undertaker,
c collector of the dead.
Collecting corpses in my cart
Is how I earn my bread
Business has been quiet
Since the last plague went away
But I seem to have a bumper crop
Coming up today
But I don't like to pile them too high
They might fall off on the way home and hit a passer by,
cnd I can tell you undertaking is a science and an art
But today I'm going to need a bigger cart
You see bodies are like buses
cnd it doesn't rain but pour
I don't know what fuss is
But it's something big I'm sure
Noone knows which side has won
But lots of them have died
Cos there's only two men left
cnd one's threatening suicide.
Come on everybody let's count them up!
One two three!
Count with me!
One is for the servant
cnd Cornwall makes two
Three is for Oswald
Young Edgar ran him through
Four is for Gloucester
cnd Regan makes it five
These are the characters no longer alive
They're all dead
Six is for Goneril
Who will not go to heaven
Edgar killed is brother Edmund
Bringing us to seven
The rescue party to the tower
Was a little late
Cordelia had died
Which brings us up to eight
Up to eight!
Nine is the Captain
Slain by king Lear
cnd now we're nearly at the end
Just one more left to hear
Ten is king Lear
Who died of a broken heart
cnd I think I'm going to need a bigger cart
I don't like to pile them too high,
They might fall off on the way home and hit a passerby,
cnd I can tell you undertaking is a science and an art,
cnd this whole bloody play's been a downer from the start,
cnd I think I'm going to need a bigger cart
