Well, they call me Mortuary Marry, And my friend is Hari-Kari Mary, And when the night fog rolls in We've got an axe to bury Well, they call me Mortuary Harry, Don’t want no folks six feet underground, 'cause when Mary brings the little girls in, I wanna gobble them down... You know when Mary kills 'em, 1 chill 'em, and save 'em for a rainy night, And when Mary stabs 'em, I slab 'em On a table for my tummy's delight... Well, they call me Mortuary Harry, And I not sure if I'm alive, But if you wanna visit with me, I'll be glad to sit and jive
