Includes a verse in which a shunter is killed by an engine.
Listen to the song I'm going to sing you
You'll laugh till you haven't any breath
People as a rule now seem to think it funny
When they hear of a violent death
Poor little Solomon Snoozer behaved like an ass
He searched round the house with a candle t'other night
To find a big escape of gas.
Chorus: More work for the Undertaker
Another little job for the tombstone maker
At the local cemetery they've been very very busy
On a brand new grave - Snoozer's snuffed it.
Billy Buck by nature was a moucher
Hard work didn't suit him it appears
He had never done one single bit of ' graft(1)' for nine and thirty years
Lately he had a bad nightmare, Bill at once got the 'knock(1)'
He dreamt he'd been out looking for a job
He couldn't stand the terrible shock.
Chorus: More work for the Undertaker
Another little job for the tombstone maker
At the local cemetery they've been very very busy
On a brand new grave - Billiam's 'blewed it.'
Sammy Shuter laboured on the railway, his work he was very clever at
Sam, the other day, was polishing the metals with a lump of mouldy fat
Up came a runaway engine. Sam stood upon the track
He held up his hands for he thoroughly believed
He could push the locomotive back.
Chorus: More work for the Undertaker
Another little job for the tombstone maker
At the local cemetery they've been very very busy
On a brand new grave - Shuters 'shunted'
Little Freddie Figgleton, the fat boy last week
Called upon his Uncle Brown
Just before he left, young Freddie was presented
With a bright new half-a-crown(2)
Then as he felt a bit thirsty he went into a shop
Drank ten lemonades, a dozen ginger beers and there was a big loud Pop.
Chorus: More work for the Undertaker
Another little job for the tombstone maker
At the local cemetery they've been very very busy
On a brand new grave - for Frederick's fragments.