Dead Dave

Look he's on the porch, in his chair (Hello !)

Putting on a corpsey show

Flakey and with wirey hair

Like he isn't really there

Oh Dead Dave, he comes, he fiddles with his bum

Dead Dave, he's there, he's in his underwear

They all want to be his friend

He's with you until the end

That's Dead Dave

Dead Dave

Now he's on a towel, at the beach (Yoohoo !)

Rotting right in front of you

Full of decomposing gas

Firing from his leaky ass

It's Dead Dave, you see, fantastic company

Dead Dave, he glides and see him on the slide

Corpsey and his name is Dave

Should be resting in his grave

That's Dead Dave

Dead Dave

See him on the moon in a dress (Hello !)

Swimming at the lake, what a mess (Uh-oh !)

Now he's lost an arm, playing chess (Oh no !)

Back together now, more or less (let's go !)

Out there in the field, with crows

Perfect as a royal guard

Losing juice and turning hard

Yes Dead Dave's, the best, at rotting in his vest

Dead Dave, it's just, he's turning into dust

Slowly composting away

Perfect for a rainy day

That's Dead Dave

Dead Dave