Oh, lay me down in forest lawn
Put golden flowers over my head
Let the drum and bugle call
Blow taps while cannons roar
Let six teen liveried employees
Pass out souvenirs from the funeral store
I want to go simply when I go,
And they'll give me a simple funeral there,
With a casket lined in fleece,
And fireworks belling out a rest in peace,
So take heed when I'm gone
Oh, lay me down in Forest Lawn,
And they have a heavenly choir
and a military band there,
Just put me in their care
and I'll find my comfort there
With six teen planes in the last salute,
dropping across in a parachute
I want to go simply when I go
And they'll give me a simple funeral there,
With a hundred strolling strings
Oh, come, come, come, come,
come to the church in the wildwood,
Kindly leave a contribution in the pail,
Be as simple and as trusting
And we'll sell you the church in the day
To find a simple resting place
To lay me down with a smiling face
comes a little bit higher
My likeness done in brass
will stand in plastic grass
And weights and hidden springs
to the mourners filing past.
I want to go simply when I go
and they'll give me a simple funeral there,
I'll sleep beneath the sand
with piped and tapes of Billy Graham.
Rock of Ages cleft for me,
for a slightly higher fee.
