It's funny that when I die my friends will get to see

what kind of suit my mom buries me in

I hope it's dark blue with blue stars

When the priest leans over me

and starts talking about Jesus

and the state of my soul please remind him

we're having a funeral here not a play



Pick me up

Four for each side of the box

March me to the shiny black car

Long winding procession of cars

Mostly of silver and black

Gentleman in black suits and the ladies in black

Dresses and gloves

Now carry me out to the grave

The spot where I've paid to be buried

And just before whoever gives the command

to send my body down

I'll jump out of the box and tap dance

from head to bald head

I'll swoop and I'll spin I'll rise and dive down again

I'll laugh like a baby so happy and free

And no one wlil see no one will notice me