Stick me in that quicklime now

When I die, don't you cry

'Cos you know that I'll get by

Stick me, stick me in that quicklime now

Stick me where I wanna be

A long long way from the bourgeoisie

Stick me, stick me in that quicklime now

Some bones end their day sin old museums

Some bones end their days locked up in dusty mausoleums

Don't want to be cased in bits of stone

Don't want to spend eternity on my own

Stick me, stick me in that quicklime now

When I die, gonna smell strong

Quicklime means it won't last too long

Stick me, stick me in that quicklime now

Stick me under Vienna's crust

Gonna dance with Mozart's dust

Stick me, stick me in that quicklime now

Don't want to spend too long on people's noses

Bucket of quicklime I'll be pushing up them pretty roses

Spread it thick, spread it wide

Get me hopping on the other side

Stick me, stick me in that quicklime now

Imagine spending all your death with Menzies

Churchill, various dead white poets, imagine the ghostly frenzies

You might end up in a crypt endowed

For Hanson or for Johnnie Howard

Stick me, stick me in that quicklime now

I've been lonely on this earth

Don't want to be lonely under the turf

Stick me, stick me in that quicklime now

Stick me in a nice paupers' grave

Give me the company I crave

Stick me, stick me in that quicklime now

Guess death gets the final word

Well quicklimed is well-interred

Stick me in that living lime

Gonna break down in half the time

Stick me, stick me in that quicklime now.