Prop Me Up Beside The Jukebox (If I Die) [feat. The Difftones]

Well, I ain't afraid of dyin', it's the thought of being dead I want to go on bein' me 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 of all of my good times Fix me up with a Medicare, just remember I like bombs 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 Oh yeah Just make your next selection and while you're still in line You can pay your last respects one quarter at a time 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