It's funny that when I die my friends will get to see   What kind of suit my mom buries me in   I hope it's dark blue with blue stars   When the priest leans over me   And starts talking about Jesus   And the state of my soul, please remind him   We're having a funeral here, not a play      Pick me up, four for each side of the box   March me to the shiny black car   Long winding procession of cars   Mostly of silver and black   Gentlemen in black suits and the ladies in black   Dresses and gloves   Now carry me out to the grave   The spot where I've paid to be buried   And just before whoever gives the command   To send my body down   I'll jump out of the box and tap dance   From head to bald head   I'll swoop and I'll spin, I'll rise and dive down again   I'll laugh like a baby, so happy and free   And no one will see, no one will notice me