Hard Band For Dead

Ya pick him up, ya lick him down
 And he bounce right back!
 What a hard man Fe dead!
 Well they say that kind of life, well
 This man got ninety nine lives
 And boy walk by
 The track of the teeth
 Take all the fried fish
 They caught in the sea.
 Yes, they also got six quarts of
 Rum, settin' down and waiting for
 The night life to come
 The last time I heard them say
 That this man was dead,
 They got a block of ice and
 They laid it up on his head.
 Now the procession makes to the
 The cemetery and the old man
 Don't you bury me!
 Lick him up, your pick him up
 You bounce right back.
 What a hard man Fe dead!
 Well, boy by the
 Track of the teeth
 And all the friend fish
 They caught in the sear.
 They also got six quarts of run,
 Settin' down and waiting for the
 Night life to come.
 The last time I heard them say
 That this man was dead,
 They got a block of ice and they laid
 It up on his head.
 Now the procession makes to the
 Cemetery, the man Hollered out
 Don't you bury me!
 They drop the box and run
 What's all the fun!
 What a hard man Fe dead!
 Ya pick him up, ya lick him down
 And bounce right back!
 What a hard man Fe dead
 Hard man Fe dead