Prop Me Up Beside the Jukebox (If I Die)

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 Oh Just make your next selection And while you're 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