My Final Wishes Upon My Dying Day

This can be hard to talk about Very difficult to say But I'd like to tell you what I'd like Upon my dying day Could you throw a great big party A wake to end all wakes And if there's nothing nice to talk about Just throw a few lies my way Stand me in the corner Prop both my hands up high So when all my friends come in I can both wave hello and wave bye, bye When the parties over Before I begin to ripe Fold me up for easy storage In a cool place that night In the morning let me ride on top of the car So I can feel that southern breeze Before we arrive at the funeral home Please clean the bugs out of my teeth When you step up to my golden casket For one final glance Don't look past the coat and tie Cause I wont be wearing any pants This all sounds fine and dandy But I have no money for my elaborate plans So I guess just take me out back to the barbecue pit Then flush my ashes down the can