Well I aint afraid of dyin, its the thought of being dead I wanna go on being me once my eulogys been read Dont spread my ashes out to sea, dont lay me down to rest You can put my mind at ease if you fulfill my last request Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Lord, I wanna go to heaven but I dont wanna go tonight Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Just let my headstone be a neon sign Let it burn in memry of all of my good times Fix me up with a manequin, just remember I like blondes Ill be the life of the party even when Im dead and gone Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Lord, I wanna go to heaven but I dont wanna go tonight Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Just make your next selection and while your still in line You can pay you last respects one quarter at a time Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Lord, I wanna go to heaven but I dont wanna go tonight Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Oh, prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Posted on: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 23:10:51 +0000
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