When the catalog for coffins was made
The adman insisted on manipulation
That's the day Reba was displayed
As the sexiest coffin model in the nation.
She laid in the whole Ozymandias casket line
And for the camera offered her visage divine
I won't make you roll your eyes by
Joking about her dead end job
But I will remark she made many
A fate-facing man's heart throb.
She pretends she's dead and happy
She struts her stuff on the catafalque baby
Reba, the underworld is at your feet
Reba, you make a man's dirt sled complete.