I'm in my coffin on the way to the grave,

I pass a pub I hear them rave.

In my coffin I feel all alone,

I'm going to frighten them ,where's my phone?

 

 I hid it somwhere in a nook,

Its dark in here to dark to look.

I lift the lid and see the moon,

I feel around and find it soon.

 

I ring my son who is at the rave,

"I'm still alive don't need a grave!"

"But dad I've just been reading out your will,

And who's going to pay the funeral bill?"

 

The funeral rave couldn't go ahead,

When they discovered that I wasn't dead.