The boatman sits on his boat by the river 
Try as he might, he cannot forgive her 
As he watches the corpse turning blue 
He laughs 

The boatman he sits on his boat by the river 
Another grey corpse he pulls out before dinner 
Another sad life, another sad time 
And he laughs 

The boatman he sits on his boat by the river 
No name and address when he does deliver 
The old ones, the worst ones, they tried and they failed 
He laughs 

And the odor and stench, 
they once made him retch 
Well now he just sees them as mortal flesh 
And he laughs 

Yes he laughs 
Yes he laughs 
Yes he laughs 
Yes he laughs 
Yes he laughs