Four people all dressed in blacknDown on their way to a funeralnIn a four-way smashnAnd my coke is on the dashboardnMy boys are in the backnBut you don’t love me yetnSo I try another tack nnAnd the wheels on this carnSing the funeral bluesnnAnd I’m trying to hail a taxinWhile you’re racing down the hillnSixty RPM to tell menThat you love me stillnBut it’s unscripted theatrenAnd no-one pays the billnAnd I can’t get my fillnAnd yes I love you stillnOf course I donnJust trying to make some sensenOut of these funeral bluesnnI was so indifferentnAbout what tomorrow would bringnI danced a Russian ballet nThrough the paparazzi stingnAnd I keep telling younTo do your own thingnBut then you just can’t live without menAnd the nature of beautynFor me is in the partnThat keeps its independent spiritnSo I sing it from my heart nnTonight I feel wonderfulnWith the funeral bluesnnI’m sick and I’m tirednI’m trying to force a smilenI’m staring at your facenFrom across the cinema aislenAnd your boyfriend is prettynBut he’s got no sense of stylenSo it’s you and menGet off to the mountain nOr you and menMake love in FlorencenAnd let the optimists and cynics fight it outnFind out about the funeral bluesnnHe’ll turn up with a switchbladenAnd an angelic facenUnscrupulous and ruthlessnWith his fingers on your waistnHe never said he loved younBut he’s offering a tastenA taste, my darlingnOf your funeral bluesnnA taste, my darlingnOf your funeral bluesnnOoohnYour funeral blues