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Al Duvall - Bury Me In Shellac Lyrics

I was born skinny, and slapped down flat
Been worn thin as Hell's welcome mat
There's a hole punched in my middle that
Will likely start to crack
My head is spinning at 78
The needle arm has sealed my fate
I'm dead too soon and born too late
I best be headed back

So bury me in shellac
Bury me in shellac
I don't want to walk no lonesome valley
So when I die, won't you be a pally
And dump my body in Tin Pan Alley
Bury me in shellac

I have no children and I love each one
No darling daughter or loyal son
To knit my dinner and load my gun
But I don't feel thе lack
'Cause modern man is oh so clevеr
I'll just sing some songs and pull a lever
My kids, as such, will live forever
On a Victriola's rack

So bury me in shellac
Bury me in shellac
Don't plant me in some wormy mound
My plan for eternal life is sound
The cycle keeps on spinning 'round
Bury me in shellac
There's a wooden box back in the corner
The lid is open to great the mourner
Just turn the crank and hear the horn and
View me dressed in black
But when the needle stops its glide
Don't think it means my soul has flied
For we'll meet again on the other side
Of my memorial plaque

Oh, Bury me in shellac
Bury me in shellac
Let me go on record and testify
And make my last request: If I
Could best laid to rest if I
Be buried in shellac