Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh
Chorus
The undertaker is the nicest man, here in the town.
‘Cos he’d be the last man for ta let ya down.
He wears a black suit and he has a sad face.
And the prices he charges they are a disgrace.
He has a grand parlor at the end of the pub.
While your lying in there, he’ll sell porter and grub.
He’s out ta make money, from the minute you die.
A decent auld crater, but he’s awful sly.
Chorus
The undertaker is the nicest man, here in the town.
‘Cos he’d be the last man for ta let ya down.
He wears a black suit and he has a sad face.
And the prices he charges they are a disgrace.
His coffins all varnished, he says they’re the best.
Underneath all that varnish, they’re just a tae chest.
He’ll sell ye a coffin, there’s no guarantee.
Under six foot of clay, no one every will see.
Chorus
The undertaker is the nicest man, here in the town.
‘Cos he’d be the last man, for ta let ya down.
He wears a black suit and he has a sad face.
And the prices he charges they are a disgrace.
He has a grand parlour, at the end of the pub.
While your lying in there, he’ll sell porter and grub.
He’s out ta make money, from the minute you die.
A decent auld crater, but he’s awful sly.
Chorus
The undertaker is the nicest man, here in the town.
‘Cos he’d be the last man, for ta let ya down.
He wears a black suit and he has a sad face.
And the prices he charges, they are a disgrace.
He’s a cute hoare.
And the prices he charges they are a disgrace.