歌词
I don't want a casket, I don't want to burn
I don't dig a box, I don't dig the urn
It's the six sided coffin for my final sleep
Dressed in black, with a widow's peak
The coffin creep
Hands on your shoulders arms across your heart
Except to clap at all the right parts
Shuffle your shoes, sway with the beat
Shimmy your shoulders like a freak
Now you're doing the coffin creep
Clap your hands and stomp your feet
Everybody's doing the coffin creep
Clap your hands and stomp your feet
Everybody's doing the coffin creep
Mother always said, I wish you were dead
When I asked, why my feet were webbed
She only said my father was a beast
Dressed in black, with a widow's peak
The coffin creep
Hands on your shoulders arms across your heart
Except to clap at all the right parts
Shuffle your shoes, sway with the beat
Shimmy your shoulders like a freak
Makes you feel like trick or treat
The coffin creep