Well, OK.

Have you ever seen a funeral go by?
Did you ever think you'd be the next to die?
They wrap you up in a big white sheet,
And throw you in a hole, six foot deep.
The worms crawl in.
The worms crawl out.
The worms play pinochle on your snout.

And:

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school,
We have tortured every teacher, we have broken every rule.
[Mumble, mumble. (Lyrics?)]
Glory, glory, hallelujah,
Teacher hit me with a ruler.
Hit her in the bean with a rotten tangerine.
And she don't teach no more.

Altnerative line:
Waited at the door with a loaded .44.