Of all the ways you could have died
You started well, so full of pride.
And yet she used, when your time came,
A broken fence post, oh the shame.
Man, you’re dusted.

Repeated kicks rain on your head
It won’t be long, you’ll soon be dead
Is that a stake held in her hand?
Mr. Woody plunges once and
Man, you’re dusted.

Whoosh! And up in flames you go
Your face will no more grace the show
What’s done is done, you’ve played your part
Now Mr. Woody’s in your heart
Man, you’re dusted.