Prop Me Up Beside The JukeBox

Well, I ain't afraid of dying, it's the thought of being dead

I wanna go on being 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 wanna go to Heaven, but I don't wanna 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 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 wanna go to Heaven, but I don't wanna 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

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 wanna go to Heaven, but I don't wanna 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 wanna go to Heaven, but I don't wanna go tonight

Fill my boots up with sand

Put a stiff drink in my hand

Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die

Lord, prop me up beside the jukebox if I die