You Better Stop Knockin' On My Door At Night
Make Mr. Rice Real Mad
My man's an undertaker
And he's got a coffin just your size
I threw your old clothes out on the dump
Now you can go and sit on a stump
I put another cushion on your easy chair
Cause to where you used to sit
Mr. Rice is sittin' there
You promised me a car
But all you did was scheme
The only time you ever
My road was in my dreams
Now my man's an undertaker
And he's got a fleet of limousines
I moved his business over here
Just to have him kind of near
Down in the cellar where it used to be bare
Now Mr. Rice keeps his coffins there
My man will come and get you in his big black hearse
Take you to his big black hearse

Take you out of the house
With your feet goin' first
My man's an undertaker
He's got a coffin just your size
He's got a coffin just your size
And he's got a mansion just for you