LEARN LYRICS

Mister Marcel is a gravedigger

Like there are plenty elsewhere

But his sleep's elastic

He's narcoleptic

It's not rare that between two clods of earth

He falls asleep upright in his boots

That only bothers the survivors

Who have to come back the next day

But all things weighed

If digging's needed

Do you want us to dig

With a shovel, but

All things weighed

If digging's needed

Do you want us to dig

With a backhoe?

He's got a jutting chin

From sleeping so much on his pickaxe

And eyelids shaped like ovals

Heavy as a tombstone

Round here we know the rumor

You'd better give notice when you die

But without getting into details

Everything'll depend on your size

But all things weighed

If digging's needed

Do you want us to dig

With a shovel but

All things weighed

If digging's needed

Do you want us to dig

With a backhoe?

If you have to sleep under the heather

By the canal

I'd rather know I'm in a Gruyère

Handmade

I want a Mister Marcel

To dig my plot

Yesterday the widow of a general

Who thought she heard death rattles

Had the monument reopened

All that for a few snores

Looks like having stripes

Gives his widow long reach

She just had to extend it

Mister Marcel's out of a job

But old hag

For your laying in the casket

Do you want us to dig

With a shovel but

Old hag

For your laying in the casket

Do you want us to dig

With a backhoe?

If you have to sleep under the heather

By the canal

I'd rather know I'm in a Gruyère

Handmade

I want a Mister Marcel

To dig my plot

But all things weighed

If digging's needed

Do you want us to dig

With a shovel but

All things weighed

If digging's needed

Do you want us to dig

With a shovel but

All things weighed

If digging's needed

Do you want us to dig

With a shovel but

All things weighed

If digging's needed

Do you want us to dig

With a backhoe?

With a backhoe?