Hit it now with Dale Dungeon
How'd it go
Bom, bom-bom, bom-bom-bom

Been getting fat on my humble pie
Pretty soon I'll up and die
Don't shed a tear now, don't you cry
All good children got to die

I was born in Californ'
In the good old USA
Ever since that fateful day
I've been one step closer to my grave

Smiling at the people here
Pretty soon now I'll disappear
Hang my hat by the welcome mat
Where all the good dead children are at

Talking about my funeral
You know it's sure to come
There's some thinking it'll never happen to them
There are some that are that dumb

And Satan can't stop me, he thinks he's done and bought me
And I'll wear no chains around my neck
I'm not going to heck

Sitting in the funeral casket
You can bring me a flower basket
I'll no longer need to go to church
I'll be gone from this earth

Might not get a chance to say goodbye
So I really got to try
Don't shed a tear now, don't you cry
All good children got to die