| Oh, lay me down in Forest Lawn in a silver casket
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| Put golden flowers over my head in a silver basket
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| Let the drum and bugle corps blow taps while the cannons roar
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| Let sixteen liveried employees pass out souvenirs from the funeral store
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| I want to go simply when I go
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| They’ll give me a simple funeral there I know
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| With a casket lined in fleece
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| And fireworks spelling out «Rest in Peace»
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| Oh, take me when I’m gone to Forest Lawn
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| Oh, lay me down in Forest Lawn, they understand there
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| And they have a heavenly choir and a military band there
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| Just put me in their care, and I’ll find my comfort there
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| With sixteen planes and a last salute, dropping a cross in a parachute
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| I want to go simply when I go
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| And they’ll give me a simple funeral there I know
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| With a hundred strolling strings
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| And topless dancers and golden wings
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| Oh, take me when I’m gone to Forest Lawn
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| Oh, come, come, come, come
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| Come to the church in the wild wood
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| Kindly leave a contribution in the pail
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| Be as simple and as trusting as a child would
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| And we’ll sell you the church in the dale
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| To find a simple resting place is my desire
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| To lay me down with a smiling face comes a little bit higher
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| My likeness done in brass, will stand in plastic grass
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| And weights and hidden springs will tip its hat to the mourners filing past
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| I want to go simply when I go
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| And they’ll give me a simple funeral there I know
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| I’ll sleep beneath the sand
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| With piped in tapes of Billy Graham
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| Oh, take me when I’m gone to Forest Lawn
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| Rock of ages cleft for me
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| For a slightly higher fee
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| Oh, take me when I’m gone to Forest Lawn |