Funeral on a Spit

[Verse 1]
I know people are starving
You ask me to donate
I'd like to oblige you
If it's not too late

[Chorus]
My dead but tender body
For dining shall be fit
To send to Kampuchea
For a funeral on a spit

[Verse 2]
I've seen the statistics
Yes, it's touched my heart
I don't have much money
But I'd like to play my part

[Chorus]
You see, my dead but tender body
For dining shall be fit
To send to Kampuchea
For a funeral on a spit

[Verse 1]
I know people are starving
You ask me to donate
I'd like to oblige you
If it's not too late

[Chorus]
You see, my dead but tender body
For dining shall be fit
To send to Kampuchea
For a funeral on a spit