On a bus stop bench sat an ancient lady 

It was clear she was dead yeah we all could agree

And that death had arrived quite unexpectedly 

Cause the poor wretch died with a book on her knee



Chrissy kiss the corpse 

Chrissy kiss the corpse



David drew a mustache under her nose

Nick put a burning match between her toes

I put a cockroach in her pantyhose

Chrissy put on some lipstick

and struck a dramatic pose



Chrissy's such a pretty lass

as benign as broken glass

No one in her family knows

the vile hobby that she chose



Some cops came by so we hid behind a tree

I peeked out and they noticed me

And said fondling the dead is a felony

But you got nothing to fear

'cause we only came to see



Chrissy kiss the corpse

to see Chrissy kiss the corpse



Chrissy's such a pretty thing

gentle as a scorpion sting

No one ever would suspect

that her mind's completely wrecked