Well, the reaper’s gonna
put on his dancing shoes,
And then he’ll give you a
taste of his reaping blues,
He’ll wrap you up in
ribbons, you're gonna be his slave,
And then he’s gonna dance
you right into the grave.
But when he’s in Vienna,
he’ll always dance a waltz,
And when some folks didn’t
make Oskar Schindler’s guest list,
He cheered them up, by
leading them in the twist.
Oh, dance me, right into
the grave!
He gives dancing lessons in
the old folks’ home for free,
And he teaches the watusi
on the lifeboats out at sea.
Someday he'll dance with
you, and your life's the only fee,
Come, on reaper, dance with
me!
Oh, dance me, right into
the grave!
Oh, dance me, right into the grave!
© Christopher White 2003