when I get old, and I'm having a stroke,
a few years from now..
will you still be bringing me an I.V. line,?
nitro glycerine, oxygen lines?
doctor has said I'd be dead by three
vital signs are down,
go have a party, drik and be hearty
when I'm six feet down
you'll be older too
can't her a bloody word,
hearing aid is through

you would be handy changing my bed,
organs that will mend
you'd deliver, for my liver drugs inside
clean depends and tuck me inside
cleaning my stretch marks, trimming my nails,
then you'd go to town,
it would be crappy, but you'd be happy
when I'm six feet down

every summer you could plant a flower at the head of the ground
where you've planted me
you can plant some trees
then you would really be
on your knees for me

write an obit line, throw me a wake,
drink and party too,
prop me in the corner, with formaldahyde,
stuffed in my veins, rotting inside
please don't you plant me, when I'm still warm,
let my ass cool down,
then rediscover, with a new lover,
whenI'm six feet down