Partners in Grime (Unger and Doc U.B. Well)

CS related his tale to Unger and the doc

About the reactions to that old sombrero

The two men smiled, sippin' their drinks

Thinkin' CS must be some kind of weirdo

Doc picked up the hat and tried it on

In an instant he was at work in his surgery

The body on the table was pleading for help

But what doc was doing was blasphemy

He stabbed and he cut, hollering 'Next!'

As patients were replaced one by one

By the end of the day his office was full

With a mound of dead skin and bone

'Great buffalo, Doc, you feelin' all right?'

He felt Unger shake him as he tore off the hat

Doc stood shakin' eyes wide with fear

'I ain't never seen nothin' like that.'

CS, said, 'I told you. It's that Mexican lid.'

Nonsense, said Unger, putting it on

In a flash his world disappeared

Everything he thought he knew vanished - gone

Up on Boot Hill the earth was trembling

Grave markers all falling down

Corpses were climbing out of their coffins

An army of zombies heading for town

He recognized the faces of men he'd buried

Unger was alone, with no help in sight

They had him surrounded with hammers and nails

The coffin they built gave him a fright

'Now who's the doubter?' CS took the hat

Unger was ashen, his mind on the brink

'Here, you two, drink this.'

'Not enough! Give us the bottle to drink!'