Beck - One Foot In The Grave Lyrics
Theres a dead hobo on the patioAnd an old barbed wire on the funeral fireWell, you roll out the carpet and it better be redAnd it better be long as the troubles in my headGonna be livin one foot in the graveWell, I was sittin at home, cookin up a steakSatan came down, dressed like a snakeWell, he called my name as I turned up the flamesAnd then I realized I was out of mayonnaiseWell, you be livin one foot in the graveYeah, dont go throwin no coupons on my graveDont go carvin no happy face on my tombstoneWoo!Woo!