sleep is sleep but death is death
in the casket, one gets posed
i don't want you folks all starin'
if in my power, my coffin stays closed
not my thing, my coffin stays closed

just bury me, let's not tarry
please don't glare, not apropos
just take me down to dead folks town
where they plant the stiffs in orderly rows
there ain't no doubt, my coffin stays closed

don't gape at my pale skin
when my life is done
when i am no longer 'mong ya
be a friend, if ever one
my bones are not a thing i'll flaunt
i am shy, one would suppose
my flesh loose and eyes a-bulge
if death should happen, my coffin stays closed
when death occurs, my coffin stays closed

i'll sure i'll be a grim 'un
sour as a lemon
offend your nose, from head to toes
so when i finally meet my doom
do not observe, my coffin stays closed