In the begining I was walking to an old graveyard near big (?) swamp.
It was a celebration of some kind, everyone I knew was there and Paul Bateman and his orchestra.
In the middle of the graveyard (???) grandmother [bad word]  may she rest in peace.

Grandma [bad word]  How did she look?

Well, we have seen worse. Naturaly I went up to greet her, she said to me:

You thought that I was dead
*Knock it off, knock it off*
But you were quite misled
*Nothing more than a cough*
I've had a lovely rest
Since I met Herbert West
The great reanimator.

Herbert West?

He's really very bright
*He's a prof, he's a prof*
If you don't mind a fright
*(Nurse will be badly off?)*
For [bad word] it would be best
To marry Herbert West
The great reanimator.

Marry Herbert West? She must have heard wrong. She meant Wilbur Whateley.

You must have heard wrong grandma it's not Herbert.
It's Wilbur Whateley grandma that dear [bad word] is gonna wed.

NOOOO!
It must be Herbert Henry my greatgrandchild.
My little [bad word] who you named for me
Herbert's bride was meant to be!
She'll never have to die
*Knock it off, walk it off*
Or even say goodbye
*That's a thing not a scoff*
I'm really quite impressed
With darling Herbert West
The great reanimator.

But we already took ad in a social register,
We already agreed to have lunch with Wilbur.

But we announced it grandma in the papers,
And Wilbur Whateley grandma we were gonna meet for lunch.

NONONO!
So you announced it Henry that's your problem
As Wilbur Whateley (can I say to you?)
Henry that's your problem too!
*You thought that she was dead
Knock it off knock it off
That's not what Herbert said
Walk it off, walk it off
With just a small syringe
And research on the (fringe?)
He's a reanimator.*

But what about Wilbur?

*The great reanimator*

I never liked him anyway.
the great reanima-