Follow me to my humble lodging
What's mine is yours, such as it may be
Enjoy the hospitality, soon you'll be cold dead anatomy
Along the narrow, crooked wynd
Then through the close, this house you'll find
So many honored guests to fete, always an empty bed to let
A funeral party
Drink up, the hour is growing late
A funeral party
The fete will end when you meet your fate
Here you may rest from your journeys
And warm your bones with a dram of whiskey
Drink to what's left of your health, soon you'll be another corpse to sell
Intoxicated, the room starts to spin
And at that moment our night work begins
Quietly asphyxiate, you see your end, but far too late
A funeral party
Drink up, the hour is growing late
A funeral party
S tuff the carcass in a crate
All revels must come to their end
So for the constable the tenants send
False friends meet most unpleasant ends
The corpus delicti now made evident
A funeral party
Step inside and have a quaff
A funeral party
Where guests soon shuffle off
A funeral party
Protests of innocence rebuffed
A funeral party
The life of the party – snuffed
