Prop Me Up Beside The Jukebox (If I Die)

Well, I ain't afraid of dyin'

It's the thought of bein' dead

I wanna 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 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

So 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 yeah

Just make your next selection

While you're still in line

You can pay your last respects

One quarter at a time

So 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

And prop me up beside the jukebox if I die, oh

Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die, yeah