One Foot in the Grave

There's a dead hobo on the patio

And an old barbed-wire on the funeral fire

Well ya roll out the carpet

And it better be red

And it better be long as the trouble's in my head

Gonna be livin' one foot in the grave

I was sittin' at home cookin' up a steak

Satan came down dressed like a snake

Well he called my name

As I turned up the flame

And then I realized I was out of mayonnaise

Well you been livin' one foot in the grave

Yeah don't go throwin' no coupons on my grave

Don't go carvin' no happy-face on my tombstone

Whooo!

Whooo!