“The Cadillac of worms, beep beep, the Cadillac of worms, beep beep …”
Aw, man. Why you gotta come at me like that?
So here we are 4 and a half-ish hours later and I just got the reference. Where’s the euthanasia machine — I have a quarter!
An aside: Back in high school, our concert/stage band went to a county-wide adjudication and I was invited along because I made a pest of myself. The really snazzy band from the money part of the county were playing Bob Newhart theme and when they got to the last two notes — bom, BOM! — from the back of the auditorium came, “Meow.” It wasn’t me, for once.
The good news is that I can’t do much damage anymore, even if I ram into you with my walker. 
I’m more from the “Sit, Ubu, sit. Good dog.” era.
Woof!
“Good night, Mr. Walters!”
“Uh-huh.”
I’ve got to moooove them in, and moooove them out.
Since I’ve never heard that song, I am now singing a mix between Mr DNA by Devo and The Worms Crawl In.
Forty-plus years later, and I suddenly realize that “Ferryman” (the name of the funeral director for whom the station staff wrote that tasteless jingle) might be a reference to Charon, the ferryman of the dead in Greek mythology. 