-> "Down At The Coroner's"
Original Song Title:
"Down On The Corner" (MP3)
Parody Song Title:
"Down At The Coroner's"
Surely ain't no breathin', all about snuff 'n' dyin',
Covered up young corpse doused, get startin' exsanguine.
Poor kid he's a goner, when bell rings, time is up,
Nil he's quick and tuned out; now playin' on the harp.
Down at the coroner's under white sheet,
Will be just some poor boy a layin';
Hard's the rigor, like concrete.
Bruised from hittin' dashboard, an hour goes 90 miles,
Inky thumbs like gum base, no BOLOs on the wire.
Poor boy just who is him? Had him one hullabaloo,
Only if could necromance, no troubles, we'd know who.
Down drove the coroner, out on the street,
What he sees a corpse there a layin',
Bullet riddled, head to feet.
Has he a mourner? Cops kinfolk meet,
Really a bad chore boy to sayin',
It's your uncle, zapped on street.
You don't need no pennies just to pay Kharon, 
But if your full of metal, 'cause someone gunned ya down.
Down there at the coroner's, dead folk make no noise,
I don't fear those gone to ground, the live ones so annoy.
Down with the croakers, works the M.E.
Killer bees and homeboys are slayin',
Uses scalpel, this M.D.
Drowned in the river, shot in their sleep,
Chilly are the poor boys a layin',
In cold metal caskets keep.
Down at the coroner's, tagged toes on feet,
Really quite a chore boy filletin',
Under knickers wrapped in sheet.
Girl at the coroner's, slashed all to hell,
Betcha any money, this slayin',
Happened at the Bates' Motel.
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