One Foot in the Grave

Theres a dead hobo on the patio
And an old barbed wire on the funeral fire
Well, you roll out the carpet and it better be red
And it better be long as the troubles in my head
Gonna be livin one foot in the grave
Well, 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 flames
And then I realized I was out of mayonnaise
Well, you be livin one foot in the grave
Yeah, dont go throwin no coupons on my grave
Dont go carvin no happy face on my tombstone
Woo!
Woo!