There's a man in a pitch black hat   And his underwear's made of mud   He jumps like a pouncing cat   And he lands with a sickening thud   His head is surrounded by ravens   The plague has progressed to his heart   Best that you meet him clean shaven   Cos his razor is not kept sharp   And he's wearing a wooden overcoat      He's known in the underworld   He lives in the undergrowth   And he's knowingly undersold   Though he's never been under oath   His devil's are arrayed in armies   And his angels will fix the fight   He'll shape you like origami   And throw you away at night   And he's wearing a wooden overcoat      His house is a damp museum   And all of his servants worms   Mating in mausoleums   Licking the floor for germs   And his cabinet's full of wonders   There's specimens everywhere   He's negative six feet under   And has to submerge for air   And he's wearing a wooden overcoat      Don't ever act too humble   Don't eat away thy heart   He's tearing apart each dungeon   His tail's an evil dart   And he's wearing a wooden overcoat