Well I ain't afraid of dying,
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 feel my last re gret
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Lord, I wanna go to heaven,
but I don't wanna go tonight
Well, you can 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
Well, you can fix me up with
Remember, I don't like no blondes
I'll be the life of the party
Even when I'm dead and gone
Prop me up beside the jukebox
Lord, I want to go to heaven
But I don't want to go tonight
Fill my boots up with sand
And put a stiff drink in my hand
Just make your next selection,
and while you're still in line,
well, you can pay your last respects
Rob me up beside the jukebox if I die
Rob me up beside the jukebox if I die
Lord I want to go to heaven
But I don't want to go tonight
Will you fill my boots up with sand
Put a stiff drink in my hand
Rob me up beside the jukebox if I die
Rob me up beside the jukebox
