MR BUMBLE
(spoken) Liberal terms, Mr SowerberryLiberal terms? Three pounds!
SOWERBERRY
(spoken) Well, as a matter of fact, I was needing a boy
MR BUMBLE
He's a born undertaker's mute
I can see him in his black silk suit
Following behind the funeral procession
With his features fixed in a suitable expression
There'll be horses with tall balck plumes
To escort us to the family tombs,
With mourners
In all corners
Who've been taught to week in tune
Then the coffin lined with satin
That's your funeral
MRS SOWERBERRY
That's your funeral
SOWERBERRY
Large enough to wear your hat in
That's your funearl
MRS SOWERBERRY
That's your funeral
SOWERBERRY
We're just here to glamourize you for that
Endless sleep
MRS SOWERBERRY AND SOWERBERRY
You might just as well look fetching
When you're six feet deep
MRS SOWERBERRY
At the wake we'll drink a toddy
To the body beautiful
MR SOWERBERRY
That's your funeral
MRS SOWERBERRY
Not our funeral
BOTH
That's your funeral
SOWERBERRY
If you're fond of overeating
That's your funeral
MRS SOWERBERRY
That's your funeral
SOWERBERRY
Starve yourself by undereating
That's your funeral
THE FUNERAL PROCESSION
That's your funeral?
MRS SOWERBERRY
Visualize the earth descentind on you clod by clod
You can't come back when