He doesn't build ships, he has no use for sails
He doesn't make tables, dressers or chairs
He can't carve a whistle cause he just doesn't care
My boy builds coffins for the rich and poor
Kings and Queens, them all knocked at his door
Beggars, and liars, gypsies and thieves
They all come to impact, he's so eager to please
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