Funeral song

A hearse was sinking into the fog,
Followed by four skeletons on bicycles,
They went to the morgue,
To see if there were any corpses left
They found there, a dead woman,
Who was having her feet licked (repeat)
The skin of her belly was so green
That it looked like spinach (repeat)
Some maggots had left just a few words...
1, 2, 3, 4,
I love the spit of old folks
And the snot of old ladies
The yellow that runs from the eyes
The wax from the ears
hm! it's good, it's slimy,
It crackles under the teeth.

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It's not to say... but this folk song is based on a theme by Chopin (the funeral march).

Hello
In my opinion, it's hard to know the original author of this song:
http://paipai.free.fr/lyrics.php?ID=77
See you later
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Some folks are born made to wave the flag, ooo, they're red, white and blue.
And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief", ooo, they point the cannon at you, y'all!

A hearse was leaving in the fog
Followed by four skeletons on bicycles
They were heading to the morgue
To see if there were any dead,
Not any dead, there was a dead woman
Who was having her feet licked, having her feet licked
The skin of her belly was so green
That it looked like spinach,
Spinach and on her back,
The maggots had carved these few mooooooooots: I love the spit of old men, the snot of old women, the juice of popped pimples, the dead slugs
it's good, it's slimy, it crunches under the teeth

Enjoy your meal!!

A hearse was advancing in the fog
Two or three skeletons were following on bicycles we went to the morgue to see if there were any corpses any corpses
We found a dead woman who was having her feet sucked having her feet sucked and the skin on her belly was so green it looked like the spinach from the cafeteria and on her back oh oh the maggots oh oh had carved these few words
I love the spit of old folks the snot of the old women the pus from infected pimples the honey from ears
Mmh it's good it's slimy it slides under the teeth
Who wants some snot I want some in the palm of my hand slrrp mmh and in the mouth it melts

My grandchildren sing this song to me. I now know it by heart and sing it with them...
It makes us laugh a lot, I would also like to know the author... When my grandchildren sang it to me for the first time, they were 9 and 8 years old and 4 and 3 years old.