To the tune of Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
Oh the corpses in the morgue are frightful
But the fires are so delightful,
The graveyards are full, we just learned
So let us burn! let us burn! let us burn!
The mortals lives keep ‘a poppin’
And it doesn’t show signs of stoppin’,
So the bodies buried deep will soon learn
To let us burn, let us burn, let us burn!
When we finally up and died
We were buried in the darkest of shires,
But now that there’s nowhere to hide
We’ll be thrown in the largest of fires!
Well the blazes of doom keep growing
And this Christmas, will not, be snowing,
But even if we don’t fit in the urn
Let us burn, let us burn, let us burn.
by Dr. Kevorkian