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