Poor...

Poor Dack is dead
Poor Dack is dead
All gather round his coffin now and cry
He had a heart of a pervert
And he wasn't very old
Oh why did such a feller have to die?

Poor Dack is dead
Poor Dack is dead
He's lookin' oh so peaceful and serene
He's all laid out to rest
With his hands across his chest
His fingernails have never been so clean (who knows what he stick his fingers in?)

The folks that really knew him
Knew that beneath them clothes he always wore
There beat a heart as big as his ego
Dack loved his fellow man. Expecially Lex!

Poor Dack is dead
Poor Dack is dead
His friends are weepin' wail for miles around
The daisies in the dell
Will give out a different smell
Because poor Dack is underneath the ground

Poor Dack is dead
A candle lights his head
He's layin' in a coffin made of plywood
And folks are feelin' sad
Because poor Dack is dead
And He’s lookin' oh so purty and so nice
He looks like he's asleep
It's a shame that he won't keep
But it's summer and we're runnin' out a' ice.

Poooooor Daaaackkk!
Poooooor Daaaackkk!