Sal seals ya, re-touching’s his art
Re-making the corpse for the gravey
Oh, Sal seals ya, embalming you please
Thighs, legs, up to knees; hair needs comb

Sal seals ya, stops falling apart
Partaking formaldehyde gaily
Oh, Sal seals ya, renowned expertise
All chemic’ly pleasing you’re shown
Fun’ral Home

Dread you not maybe if exhumed if Sal seals ya
Up in prep for tomb (made you up)
Dig you up in some decade
Dapper from foot to head
Won’t be grey and decayed

Sal seals ya, touch-up skills, impart
(I’ll shake if from blue, you start wailing!)
For Sal seals ya, embalming’s a breeze
Then in the deep freeze you are thrown...
Till you’re shown

[Says Sal:]

"Rigor mortis
It slows me so then
I’m working on time and a half-ing"

"Procreation
Come long way since then
The last laugh’s on you, but who’s laughing...?"