The Worms
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Worms

Sung to: Unknown (Similar to the Alfred Hitchcock theme)

Contributor C.M.
Region Lawrenceburg, IN
Rating Macabre, very gross

The worms go in, the worms go out
The worms play pinochle* on your snout
The pus comes out like whipping cream
And me without a spoon!

* Pinochle sounds like "pee knuckle". It's a card game.

Contributor Brian Danford
Rating Beyond all grossness

Did you ever think when a hearse goes by
That you might be the next to die
They wrap you up in a bloody sheet
And throw you in about six feet
You're okay for about a week
Unless your casket springs a leak
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
The worms play pinochle on your snout
Your liver turns a lusty green
Your guts squirt out like shaving cream
You wrap it up in a piece of bread
And that's what you eat when you are dead

Contributor Lance
Rating Pretty much as gross

You shouldn't laugh when you tell a lie
'cause then you know you're the next to die
They bury you down about six feet deep
And then your liver begins to creak
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
The worms play pinochle on your snout
Your stomach turns to a slimy green
And pus pours out like thick whipped cream
You take some bread and you wipe it up...
and that's what you eat when your dead!

Contributor Richard Vance
Rating Keeping up with the grossness

Don't you ever laugh as a hearse goes by,
for you may be the next to die.
They wrap you up in a big white sheet,
And cover you up from your head down to your feet.
They put you in a big black box,
And cover you up with dirt and rocks.
All goes well for about a week,
And then your coffin begins to leak.
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle* on your snout.
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose,
They eat the jelly between your toes.
A big green worm with rolling eyes,
Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes.
Your stomach turns a slimy green,
And pus pours out like whipping cream.
You spread it out on a slice of bread,
And that's what you eat when you are dead.