It's funny that when I die my friends will get to see
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what kind of suit my mom buries me in
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I hope it's dark blue with blue stars
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When the priest leans over me
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and starts talking about Jesus
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and the state of my soul please remind him
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we're having a funeral here not a play
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Pick me up
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Four for each side of the box
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March me to the shiny black car
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Long winding procession of cars
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Mostly of silver and black
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Gentleman in black suits and the ladies in black
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Dresses and gloves
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Now carry me out to the grave
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The spot where I've paid to be buried
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And just before whoever gives the command
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to send my body down
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I'll jump out of the box and tap dance
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from head to bald head
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I'll swoop and I'll spin I'll rise and dive down again
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I'll laugh like a baby so happy and free
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And no one will see no one will notice me
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Scenes from My Funeral
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| Of Montreal |
