Oh when I die and it won't be long   Hey you're gonna be sorry that you treated me wrong   Yeah you're gonna be sorry that you treated me bad   Hey and if there's an after life I'll gloat and I'll be glad      Might be a plane crash, or some sort of OD   Hey there's going to be a photograph with my obituary   You're gonna see it and you'll cry   You're gonna wanna wear black   Hey I'll be dead but you can bet your life, I'm gonna get you back      I'm tired of being left up on your shelf   I might not wait around, might kill myself   Not only would you miss me, but you'd feel guilty to   Oh I'd be dead but it'd be too late the joke would be on you.      (sing-a-long)   Ha ha ha ha, ho ho ho ho   Chuckle chuckle chuckle chuckle   Snigger snigger snigger snigger   Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw   Yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk      So you better take warning, start treating me good   Start doing the things that I think you should    And you better not pout and no you better not cry   The grim reaper is a-comin' to town and I just might die