Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Richest Guy In The Graveyard (03-11-47), artist - Etta Jones. Album song Complete Jazz Series 1944 - 1947, in the genre Джаз
Date of issue: 29.03.2009
Record label: Complete Jazz Series
Song language: English
The Richest Guy In The Graveyard (03-11-47) |
Woke up this morning, it was a fine sunny day |
I said «Daddy please stay», but he had to run away |
Cause he was busy, busy makin' lots of gold |
So I told him, better have some fun before you’re old |
You’ll be the richest guy in the graveyard |
With money in the bank |
You’ll be the fattest cat |
Who’s stretched out flat |
You’ll have yourself to thank |
Now what’s the good of earning |
With no time for spending |
You know you’re simply headed |
For a horizontal ending |
The richest guy in the graveyard |
So daddy won’t you please slow down |
You’ll climb the Golden Gate to the graveyard |
That gate is not so great |
You’ll be the sleepiest creep |
Who’s six feet deep |
You’ll find it out too late |
I can’t imagine how you can be a good lover |
All wrapped around in brown |
With a five-ply cover |
So take my tip and don’t work hard |
Then you’ll delay that graveyard drive |
You’ll be the richest guy in the graveyard |
Now just you wait and see |
You’ll be the gonest goon |
Who ever went too soon |
That ain’t no use to me |
I’d rather be found |
On a flophouse bed |
Then down in the ground |
With dirt on my head |
You’ll be the richest guy in the graveyard |
So daddy won’t you hear my plea |
Do me a favor |
And please make out the will to me |