In the final selection under funeral direction
I shall lay at my rest
Hopefully dressed in my best
Because I want to look good when I'm laid out in the wood.
At my wake some of you may wonder why you came
Some of you will not even remember my name
But that's alright it's just a part of the game.
Then as the vicar says his bit and the fires are lit
I wish I could sit upright to give you a fright.
Alas I am finished and gone and soon I'll be ash
Don't worry about splitting my cash
There is none.
When I reached fifty nine I decided to have a whale of a time
I fed all my needs and paid a lot for those deeds.
And now I'm not just dead I'm broke
But oh,
I died such a happy bloke.