In your slate grey suit and black   brogue shoes little horn rimmed glasses   you've got nothing to lose. But it's just   like a curse when you're the owner of a   hearse. You won't get very far in your long   black car      You make me shiver Henry   down at the mortuary   you're not just ordinary   and I get all in a dream   although you bring me roses   I'll have to think it over   you're not quite Casanova   but I get all in a dream      You're there all alone with your skin and   your bones and the man in the back   wants it all painted black      You make me shiver Henry   down at the mortuary   you're not just ordinary   and I get all in a dream   although you bring me roses   I'll have to think it over   you're not quite Casanova   but I get all in a dream