When I die and they lay me to rest
Gonna send that meat pie for a test
When I lay me down to die
Gonna find out the contents of my pie

Gonna find out the contents of my pie
That I was munchin' on when I died
'Cus you know I ate a big slice
And for that I did pay a big price

Prepare food well - you know it's a must
Keep that botulism from us
'Cus you know after you die
There's no use wondering then
What was inside o' that pie

There's no use wondering then
What was inside o' that pie
That bent you o're double when you died
'Cus those bad germs reveal in each test
They're gonna get your guts - then the rest

Never choose to reheat - yes reheat not
Else you're bound to meet Jesus
If of course you go up high -
Go below there'll be plenty
Of fires for your pie

Oh Beelzebub from your pie will not shy
'Cus he's so happy about that pie
"Spoiled meat" he says is the best
It fits so well in this place that's unblessed!
Botulism's got 'im impressed...