From the Official Troop 78 Song Book
Forever we shall sing thy praise,
National Embalming School.
Where we have spent our finest days,
National Embalming School.
We stuff the ghost, we stuff the ghoul,
Our boys get hot when you get cool.
We live for you, we DIE for you,
National Embalming School.
Post mortem, post mortem, post mortem,
Da dum, da dum, da da.
Autopsy, autopsy, autopsy,
Da dum, da dum, da da.
Smash, bang, cut them up.
You ought to know the reason.
Oh, what an awful smell.
The body’s out of season.
Aaa men, bum, bum, bum.
Ah-women, bum, bum, bum.
Awww-NUTS.