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Disease, Sleepy’s with ease
Went to the department store
Why did I go there for?
Because my remaining days I must seize
Diagnosed with a fatal disease
I said to the sales guy
'A bed I would like to buy'
He said 'What size are you looking for?
Told him 'It doesn't matter no more'
'It could be a king, a queen or a full
My doctor told me news terrible
I've a fatal illness', yes, that's what I said
'That's why I want to buy a deathbed'
That's when the sales guy, he turned very pale
Told me 'Excuse me, must check my email'
I hate it when I'm talking to a sales guy
And they act in that manner, I mean, could you die?
It's hard to be feeling gay and merry
When soon you'll be in the cemetery
It's something I never would think to dread
Where can I go to purchase a deathbed?
