My Man’s an Undertaker Songtext
von Dinah Washington

You better stop knocking on my door at night
You better keep your mouth shut good and tight

My man′s an undertaker
And he's got a coffin just your size

Well, you better not brag ′bout the times we had
'Cause that'll only make Mr. Rise real mad

My man′s an undertaker
And he′s got a coffin just your size

I'd do your old clothes out on the dump
Now you can go and sit on the stump
I put another cushion on your easy chair
′Cause to where you used to sit, Mr Rice is sitting there


You promised me a car, but all you did was scheme
The only time I rode was in my dreams
Now my man's an undertaker
And he′s got a fleet of limousines
Yes, lord, oh yeah

I moved his business over here
Just to have him kinda near
Down in the cellar where it used to be bed
Now Mr Rice keeps his coffins there

My man'll come and get you in his big black house
Take you out of the house with your feet going first

My man′s an undertaker
He's got a coffin just your size

He's got a coffin just your size