Funeral

Holding up a glass Gazing through the chardonnay She says, "Here's to lovers passed This one, he was taken far too soon" Smiling in the casket As if I could hear it "Oh, he's the only one The only one for me" I would kill to be a ghost I would kill to be a ghost In the comfort of my own Funeral "Always so compassionate Oh, a true humanitarian" Cries the weeping president While accompanied by violin Then as they lay me down to rest Release the doves and fire off the cannon I would kill to be a ghost I would kill to be a ghost In the comfort of my own Funeral Oh, to see the final show Watch the final curtains close In the comfort of my own My own My own (he's the only one, the only one for me) Funeral Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ah-ah-ya-ya