In your slate gray suit
And black brogue shoes
Little horn rimmed glasses
You've got nothing to lose
But it's just like a curse
When you're the owner of a hearse
You won't get very far
In your long black car
You make me shiver Henry
Down at the mortuary
You're not just ordinary
And I get all in a dream
Although you bring me roses
I'll have to think it over
You're not quite Casanova
But I get all in a dream
You're there all alone with your skin
And your bones
And the man in the back
Wants it all painted black
You make me shiver Henry
Down at the mortuary
You're not just ordinary
And I get all in a dream
Although you bring me roses
I'll have to think it over
You're not quite Casanova
But I get all in a dream

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