"Iron Lung Oompah" by Th' Legendary Shack Shakers

Please, if I could get the lyrics to this, it would be awesome.
I've tried figuring some out myself, but I can only catch a line or two.

IRON LUNG OOMPAH

The old archduke with the Death Rattle Blues
Sat hacking up a lung.
And in his grief he grit his teeth
And bit off half his tongue.

He called for the coppersmith to come
And ten able-bodied men
To craft a contraption to patch him up
And this is what they sing:

“Hasten ye fellows! Fasten the bellows!
Pump him til he’s dead.
Oompah til his eyes pop out
And the guage is in the red.

Sharpen, ye fellows, the dark mandocellos
Send soldiers into town.
Sound the sousaphone-fare
And let out with a shout,

Iron Lung Oompah! Glockenspiel und Tuba!
Join the funeral march and chorus,
A Grim Hymn from the deep Black Forest.
Take a long deep breath and sing your
Iron Lung Oompah!”

The old archduke in his tinman suit
turned fire engine red.
From a purple hue to a still-born blue
Indicating he was dead.

The rivets started poppin’ out
His monocle cracked in half.
His head spun and the clockwork drum
Blew off in a blast.

The regicidal maniacs
stood round in a ring of fire.
Left abaft by the copper shaft
Not knowing “what now” or “why?”

Iron Lung Oompah was inspired by the gypsy brass bands I encountered playing in the streets of european music festivals during our first tour overseas. The nonsensical lyrics were inspired the writings of T. Herman Zweibel, the editor of The Onion... and of course “Old King Cole.”

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