OLIVER! SOUNDTRACK LYRICS

That's Your Funeral

MR. BUMBLE 

(spoken) Liberal terms, Mr. Sowerberry...Liberal terms? Three pounds! 

SOWERBERRY 

(spoken) Well, as a matter of fact, I was needing a boy.... 

MR. BUMBLE 

He's a born undertaker's mute. 
I can see him in his black silk suit. 
Following behind the funeral procession... 
With his features fixed in a suitable expression. 
There'll be horses with tall black plumes 
To escort us to the family tombs, 
With mourners 
In all corners 
Who've been taught to week in tune. 

Then the coffin lined with satin. 
That's your funeral. 

MRS. SOWERBERRY 

That's your funeral. 

SOWERBERRY 

Large enough to wear your hat in. 
That's your funearl. 

MRS. SOWERBERRY 

That's your funeral. 

SOWERBERRY 

We're just here to glamourize you for that 
Endless sleep. 

MRS. SOWERBERRY AND SOWERBERRY 

You might just as well look fetching 
When you're six feet deep. 

MRS. SOWERBERRY 

At the wake we'll drink a toddy 
To the body beautiful. 

MR. SOWERBERRY 

That's your funeral. 

MRS. SOWERBERRY 

Not our funeral. 

BOTH 

That's your funeral. 

SOWERBERRY 

If you're fond of overeating 
That's your funeral. 

MRS. SOWERBERRY 

That's your funeral. 

SOWERBERRY 

Starve yourself by undereating 
That's your funeral. 

THE FUNERAL PROCESSION 

That's your funeral? 

MRS. SOWERBERRY 

Visualize the earth descentind on you clod by clod. 
You can't come back when you're buried 
Underneath the ...sod. 

MRS. SOWERBERRY AND SOWERBERRY 

We will not reduce our prices. 
Keep your vices usual. 

SOWERBERRY 

That's your funeral. 

MRS. SOWERBERY 

Not our funeral. 

MRS. SOWERBERRY 

Not our funeral. 

ALL 

That's your funeral. 

MR. BUMBLE 

I don't think this song is funny. 

SOWERBERRY 

That's your funeral. 

MR. BUMBLE 

Here's the boy, now where's the money? 

SOWERBERRY 

That's your funeral. 

MR. BUMBLE 

That's your funeral. 

SOWERBERRY 

We don't harbour thoughts macabre, 
There's no need to frown. 

MRS. SOWERBERRY AND SOWEBERRY 

In the end we'll either burn you up or nail you down. 
We love coughs and wheezes 
And diseases called incurable. 
That's your funeral. 
No one else's funearl. 

SOWERBERRY 

That's your... 

MRS. SOWEBERRY 

That's your... 

BOTH 

Funeral!

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