| Woke up this morning
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| Put on my slippers
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| Walked in the kitchen and died
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| And oh what a feeling
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| When my soul
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| Went through the ceiling
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| And on up into heaven I did ride
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| When I got there they did say
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| John, it happened this way
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| You slipped upon the floor
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| And hit your head
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| And all the angels say
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| Just before you passed away
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| These were the very last words
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| That you said:
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| Please don’t bury me
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| Down in that cold cold ground
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| No, I’d druther have 'em cut me up
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| And pass me all around
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| Throw my brain in a hurricane
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| And the blind can have my eyes
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| And the deaf can take both of my ears
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| If they don’t mind the size
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| Give my stomach to Milwaukee
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| If they run out of beer
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| Put my socks in a cedar box
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| Just get 'em out of here
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| Venus de Milo can have my arms
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| Look out, I’ve got your nose
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| Sell my heart to the junkman
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| And give my love to Rose
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| Please don’t bury me
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| Down in that cold cold ground
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| No, I’d druther have 'em cut me up
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| And pass me all around
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| Throw my brain in a hurricane
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| And the blind can have my eyes
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| And the deaf can take both of my ears
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| If they don’t mind the size
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| Give my feet to the footloose
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| Careless, fancy free
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| Give my knees to the needy
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| Don’t pull that stuff on me
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| Hand me down my walking cane
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| It’s a sin to tell a lie
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| Send my mouth way down south
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| And kiss my ass goodbye
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| But please don’t bury me
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| Down in that cold cold ground
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| No, I’d druther have 'em cut me up
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| And pass me all around
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| Throw my brain in a hurricane
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| And the blind can have my eyes
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| And the deaf can take both of my ears
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| If they don’t mind the size |