Poke and prod it and maybe it’ll move.
Punch and scrunch it and sure, I approve!
Of course it’s a dead body you drunken fool,
you wacked him in the face with that odd-shaped tool!
Don’t think this means we can’t still be friends.
I’ll dig the grave but you must tie the loose ends.
The sheriff’s wife who knows we’re here,
find her and bribe her and buy her a beer.
Something domestic will do just fine,
nothing too expensive, we’re in a bind!
Do what you must but don’t tell me,
I’m leaving here for somewhere overseas!