Well, I ain't afraid of dyin',
it's the thought of being dead
once my eulogy's been read
Don't spread my ashes out to sea,
don't lay me down to rest
You can put my mind at ease
if you fill my last request
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Lord, I want to go to heaven,
but I don't want to 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
Just let it burn in memory
Fix me up with a mannequin,
just remember, I like blondes
I'll be the life of the party,
even when I'm dead and gone
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Lord, I want to go to heaven,
but I don't want to go tonight
Fill my boots up with sand,
put a stiff drink in my hand
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Lord, I want to go to heaven,
but I don't want to go tonight
Fill my boots up with sand,
put a stiff drink in my hand
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Lord, I want to go to heaven,
but I don't want to 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
