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      Just make your next selection   And while your 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