There's wiskets, and baskets,
A flea market is tactless.
It's got those shabby lights above,
It sits the way they flopped it.
They plopped it and flopped it,
That's just the way they cropped it.
Little toys and pick up trucks,
But what I saw next topped it.

There's wiskets, and baskets,
Good Lord, there's discount caskets.
What could be better for your love,
And in the ground they plopped it.
They flopped it and plopped it,
There was no way to stop it.
It's half destroyed, all nicked up,
But saving's in my pocket.

Can't lift it, this casket,
The grave yard guy done trashed it.
We'll have to tote it back above,
Since gravity has stopped it.
They flipped it, they flopped it,
Into the ground they popped it.
A bad deploy, they dicked it up,
Now hoist it with a sprocket.