Waiting for the funeral and its marchnYou've been gallantly holding the torchnDon't you worry baby it means so muchnTo everyone in contact with your touchnnYou're a smiling saint to all of usnDon't give upnnBet your bottom dollar you get paidnWith every sand dollar they can makenDon't you worry baby you just waitnYou can hit the jackpot on these stakesnnIn their bag there's some mistakenNeed to map their gamennWell here they come shaking their tin cannThey'll take your handouts, then they'll take your handsnDon't you worry baby you're the brandnYou won't be sold by any quick scheme scamnnWell you're a priceless gemnUntil the endnnDon't worry baby