All Good Children Got To Die

Hit it now with Dale Dungeon How'd it go Bom, bom-bom, bom-bom-bom Been getting fat on my humble pie Pretty soon I'll up and die Don't shed a tear now, don't you cry All good children got to die I was born in Californ' In the good old USA Ever since that fateful day I've been one step closer to my grave Smiling at the people here Pretty soon now I'll disappear Hang my hat by the welcome mat Where all the good dead children are at Talking about my funeral You know it's sure to come There's some thinking it'll never happen to them There are some that are that dumb And Satan can't stop me, he thinks he's done and bought me And I'll wear no chains around my neck I'm not going to heck Sitting in the funeral casket You can bring me a flower basket I'll no longer need to go to church I'll be gone from this earth Might not get a chance to say goodbye So I really got to try Don't shed a tear now, don't you cry All good children got to die