Death is not to be feared by one who has lived wisely
Merry Hearse-mas
Jingle Bells the Hearse version
Driving through the snow,
In a hearse driven sleigh.
Everywhere we go,
Picking up bodies on the way.
Grave diggers sing, making spirits rise.
Oh what fun it is to drive
A hearse on Christmas night.
Chorus:
Jingle bells, jingle bells, body's on it's way.
Oh what fun it is to drive a hearse on Christmas day.
Jingle bells, jingle bells, body's on it's way.
Oh what fun it is to drive a hearse on Christmas day.
A day or two ago,
I thought I'd take a drive.
Then wouldn't you know,
Some one committed Genocide.
The bodies were piling up,
The stench was filing the air.
This really was a bad day,
To visit the state fair.
Chorus:
Jingle bells, jingle bells, body's on it's way.
Oh what fun it is to drive a hearse on Christmas day.
Jingle bells, jingle bells, body's on it's way.
Oh what fun it is to drive a hearse on Christmas day.
A day or two ago,
Was when the story broke.
I was driving alone,
Listening to the radio.
The mess I was passing,
In my hearse driven sleigh.
When a man I spied,
Was flagging me this way.
Chorus:
Jingle bells, jingle bells, body's on it's way.
Oh what fun it is to drive a hearse on Christmas day.
Jingle bells, jingle bells, body's on it's way.
Oh what fun it is to drive a hearse on Christmas day.
Now the ground is red,
Got to grab the dead.
Taking bags along,
To cover up their heads.
Hear the people bay,
At what they've seen.
Got to get them on there way,
To the Cemetery.
Chorus:
Jingle bells, jingle bells, body's on it's way.
Oh what fun it is to drive a hearse on Christmas day.
Jingle bells, jingle bells, body's on it's way.
Oh what fun it is to drive a hearse on Christmas day.