Fats Waller on my stereo raisin' hell

And the TV's got the sound turned down but I see William Powell

And he's got Myrna Loy in a fond embrace

And I know she's not acting by the smile on her face



The undead The undead They fill my head



Bix Beiderbecke stayed high as long as he could score

He wanted to play less cornet but the fans wanted more

So he hid away in a cheap motel

And he played his piano in both heaven and in hell



The undead The undead They keep me fed



James Whale would not hide the fact that he liked boys

He worked at Universal in the 30s making noise

Horror films with black humor and grace

And when he checked himself out he left a note behind in case...we might forget